I invite you to a moment, where a breeze touches your soul, A breeze birthed by ancient dragonfly wings, etched in fossils from a million years ago. Through these delicate wings, time flows, The air that dances past them, hails from a distant eon. Anything that drifts through their trace, emerges from a million years past. Stand before these wings, and let the wind embrace you, You are transported to a time long gone, This breeze carries particles of the fossil, gently placing them upon your skin. One wind roams the Earth, from beginning to end. Each time you feel its whisper, it’s from a realm unseen, a time unmeasured. Our minds can traverse any where, any when, Human imagination, a marvel like the dragonfly. When you feel the air's gentle caress, you've already stepped onto that ancient land. May the wings of the dragonfly, guide you there.