Under the golden sun, they weave and glide,
Dragonflies dance with wings open wide.
In the meadow’s embrace where dreams reside,
Their flight, a testament to nature’s pride.
With iridescent hues that shimmer and gleam,
They whisper secrets of a tranquil stream.
Through the air, they silently scheme,
Crafting patterns like a waking dream.
Amidst the flowers, they find their place,
A fleeting moment in timeâs endless race.
In their reflection, we find grace,
A reminder of lifeâs delicate pace.
As twilight falls, their journey ends,
Into the night, their spirit blends.
The dragonflies, our silent friends,
A symbol of peace that nature sends.