Dragonfly Dance


Once the summer rain is finally at ease,
the dragonfly's enter upon their dance to the unvarying wind,
not a single one out of rhythm.

The different shades and hues of their bodies,
begin to bring into existences a radiant and an awe-inspiring show.

They roll and whirl all through the airy breeze,
each movement is more certain then the one before.

This majestic sight is a blessing to be seen.

This is their movement of celebration,
to the endurance of the wild tempest which passed.

And just as sudden as it began,
the wind begins to turn into a tranquilized breeze.

Then slowly each one departs,
flying back too new places,
catching their breath,
waiting until they could restart again.

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