In the golden light of evening’s gentle grace,
Dragonflies dance in the velvet air,
Their wings whisper stories of ancient place,
A tapestry woven with delicate care.

Skimming the surface of a mirrored lake,
Glimmers of emerald and sapphire glow,
In their flight, the fleeting dreams they take,
As the world hushes in twilight’s slow flow.

Guardians of the twilight’s fleeting hour,
They pirouette beneath a crescent moon,
A symphony of wings, a fleeting power,
In the night, they weave a mystic tune.

In the silence, they hold the secrets of skies,
Ephemeral messengers of time’s gentle flow,
In their dance, eternity softly lies,
On the breeze, where dragonflies gently go.