Wings of gossamer light,
In the sun’s gentle glow,
A dragonfly dances,
Over waters that flow.
Emerald and sapphire,
They glitter in flight,
A symphony of colors,
In the warmth of the night.
With ancient wisdom,
They glide with grace,
A reminder of change,
In their delicate trace.
From nymph to flyer,
They rise and transcend,
In the briefest of moments,
Their beauty extends.
Silent guardians of ponds,
In their swift, fleeting glance,
A marvel of nature,
In the dragonfly’s dance.
Dragonflies have such a magical presence, don’t they? Their delicate beauty and graceful movements are truly mesmerizing. 🌿✨
Written in response to today’s Fowc with Fandango prompt. Thanks, Fandango!
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