In the gentle hush of the fading light,
Dragonflies dance in the cool twilight,
Their wings like whispers of the night,
Tracing dreams in their fleeting flight.

Amidst the reeds, they weave and sway,
In the silver glow of the waning day,
With colors that shift in the dusky gray,
They tell the tales of the skies at play.

Reflecting the moon’s soft, tender gleam,
They become the guardians of the stream,
In their presence, the world seems to dream,
Of places where magic is more than it seems.

Oh, ephemeral wonders of the night air,
Gliding with grace, beyond compare,
In your elegance, we find a rare
Moment of peace, a world laid bare.