Beneath the glow of twilightâs gentle hues,
Dragonflies dance in the fading light,
Their wings whisper secrets of the skies,
A ballet of grace, a silent flight.
Through golden fields and emerald glades,
They weave their tales in the evening breeze,
Shimmering like jewels in natureâs crown,
Guardians of dreams and ancient trees.
The dusk embraces their fleeting forms,
Shadows cast by the setting sun,
Each flutter, a story left untold,
A saga of peace, where dayâs battles are won.
In the stillness of night, they find their rest,
Nestled among the leaves, hidden from sight,
Dragonflies, the keepers of twilightâs breath,
Heralds of dawn, bearers of light.