A dragonfly that shimmers like a leaf caught in sunrise.

Carrying the breath of ancestors between earth and sky.

Its wings beat the rhythm of the river’s song, A reminder that life is fleeting, yet every pause holds a story.
When the dragonfly hovers, it weaves new dreams into the mist, Turning the wind into a living ledger of our shared past.

In the whisper of its flight, the old people hear the heartbeat of the land, A pulse that teaches us to move lightly, to adapt, to rise again.
So let the green fairy linger, a fleeting brushstroke of wonder, And know that each flash of colour is a promise of renewal.