The Minotaur and the Dragonfly

In a meadow where wildflowers bloom,
Beneath the sky’s vast, endless room,
A Minotaur roams, gentle and shy,
And befriends a swift dragonfly.

With wings that shimmer in the sun’s embrace,
The dragonfly dances with elegant grace.
The Minotaur watches, his heart aglow,
As the tiny creature flits to and fro.

No fearsome beast in this serene scene,
But a gentle giant, calm and serene.
He smiles as the dragonfly lands on his hand,
A moment of magic in the quiet land.

They share the silence, pure and sweet,
In the meadow where their worlds meet.
A bond unspoken, a tranquil tie,
Between Minotaur and dragonfly.

The dragonfly whispers with wings so fine,
Secrets of rivers, of places divine.
The Minotaur listens, eyes full of dreams,
Of faraway lands and sparkling streams.

Together they wander, friends unlikely,
Under the sun, so warm and sprightly.
In the meadow, both strong and small,
They find their place, their own freefall.

For in this world of endless sky,
Even a Minotaur and a dragonfly,
Can find a harmony, a gentle way,
To share the light of each new day.