If I had wings, I would have two sets.
They would be shiny, but sturdy.
The veins would be silver. The film between would be clear as glass.
I would be able to fly up, down, sideways, backwards and also hover.
My wings would work in tandem and independently, so I could do tricks in the sky.
I would fly fast and fly far until I found a lovely garden full of flowers.
Then I would land on something pointy and pose for pictures.
I would smile with my chitinous teeth
and look at the camera with my 30,000 lenses.
FLOWER dreams of being a dragon fly.