If I saw a lovely spot I sat down and watched all around me to see if a Fairy really would go slipping past, or lie asleep under a leaf.

I peeked and peered softly, going from spot to spot, watching everything.

Sometimes I hung over the water, and studied tiny little fish with red, yellow, and blue on them, bright as flowers.

The dragonflies would alight right on me, and some wore bright blue markings and some blood red.

There was a blue beetle, a beautiful green fly, and how the blue wasps did flip, flirt and glint in the light.