In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,
Dragonflies dance with delicate grace.
Wings whisper secrets of the fading light,
As day gives way to the velvet night.
Through the meadows they glide, silent and free,
Echoing tales of the ancient, wise tree.
Their colors shimmer in the golden hue,
A fleeting moment of beauty, pure and true.
Guardians of the whispering wind they are,
Guiding lost souls to the evening star.
In their flight, a promise of dawnâs new start,
A silent song that touches the heart.
Oh, dragonflies of the twilight sky,
Your presence a testament to days gone by.
In your dance, the world finds peace and release,
A gentle reminder of natureâs eternal peace.