Released into the eclipsed noonday sun,
It is the memories of these water filled lands,
As we see them through those heights,
Cattails soaring higher too reach for that light,
From the warm sultry air that summer leaves us bare,
Many dragonflies fluttering between these towers,
The other insects move with reckless beauty,
Along with wings so unique for their life plays out,
Except the butterflies which float in a faraway dream,
Those insects know which passage will bring a treat,
From way down below the moist Somenos marshland trickles,
As the breeze tickles the shafts of those viridian green rushes,
With hundreds of leaves like grass that dare us to reach,
For the cattails umber and brave with secrets still kept away,
Those seed heads will burst and shimmer,
Into the downiest of whites which glimmer in floating aerial rafts,
Now cool as the changing air and tidal waves which flow,
To ease this parched marshlands for us to behold.
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