In the garden where shadows dance,
Dragonflies weave their silent trance.
Wings like gossamer, they glide and sway,
Painting the night with a gentle ballet.
Under the moon’s tender, watchful eye,
They flutter and flicker, then rise and fly.
Their whispers fill the cool night air,
A secret world beyond compare.
Through reeds and lilies they softly roam,
In this tranquil place they call home.
The stars above, a glittering dome,
Reflect their journey, wherever they comb.
As dawn approaches, their dance slows,
A quiet retreat as the morning glows.
Yet in our hearts, their magic stays,
Echoes of dreams in the sunlit rays.