In the twilight’s gentle embrace,
Dragonflies flit with delicate grace.
Wings shimmering in the fading light,
A dance of beauty, pure delight.

Over ponds and fields they glide,
Whispering secrets, nature’s pride.
In their flight, they weave a song,
Of summer days, warm and long.

Their iridescent bodies gleam,
Like fragments of a distant dream.
In the hush of dusk, they play,
Chasing shadows, night and day.

Oh, dragonflies, ephemeral and free,
Symbols of life’s fleeting spree.
In your flight, we find a sign,
Of the transient beauty, so divine.