In the golden light of the setting sun,
Dragonflies weave their tales untold,
Wings whispering secrets of ages gone,
In their dance, ancient mysteries unfold.
Dipping low to kiss the water’s face,
They trace the lines of dreams and hopes,
A fleeting glimpse of nature’s grace,
As dusk envelops the skies and slopes.
With iridescent hues that shimmer bright,
They flit between shadows and light,
Guardians of the evening’s gentle flight,
Their presence a fleeting, wondrous sight.
In the quiet of the night, they fade away,
Leaving behind a trail of soft sighs,
A reminder of the magic they convey,
The ethereal dance of dragonflies.