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.