Where the Dragonflies Dance

In a field of green,
under a shining moon,
the dragonflies dance in diamonds,
and I feel I am leaving them much too soon.

A tear drips from my eye,
as I know I will soon forget
first kisses under the stars,
and unwraping my first shiny, red corvette.

Every smile I fell into,
the warmth of your touch,
even every tear I've shed,
reminds me of what I'm gonna miss so much.

People take it all for granted,
these simple things that I adore.
They're so lucky that they don't know,
but I know exactly what's in store.

No more roses,
whose petals once dried these eyes.
I will hear no more the sound of your sweet voice,
because it's my turn to say goodbye.

                        ...Which is something I don't think I can do...