In the gentle dance of shimmering wings,
Dragonflies whisper secrets of the skies,
With colors reflecting the sun’s embrace,
They glide through the air, in graceful ties.

Across the water’s mirrored face,
They weave their tales of ancient lore,
In silent flights, they trace
The stories of times long before.

Their fragile forms belie their strength,
Guardians of the tranquil streams,
In their presence, time extends its length,
As they weave through sunlight beams.

In twilight’s hush, they take their leave,
Leaving only whispers in their wake,
Yet in their flight, we still believe,
In magic and dreams they softly make.