The Little Dragonfly

No, it's not fair, it's a massive bummer...
To see too soon the end of summer;  
 
She were a splendid lass who loved the sea  
And loved the elegance of poetry  
Where her bold essence gloriously throve,  
As sparkling treasure in a magic trove,  
Displayed unto a fellowship of hers  
Of great mademoiselles and fine messieurs  
Who hung upon the sculpture of her words    
As wings are hung upon the sky by birds,  
Who, come what may, with all their feathers,  
Hurled themselves through the roughest weathers,  
So that...JUST LIKE HER...they leave within their wake,  
INSPIRATION, for their fellows to take!