(Intro: Clean acoustic guitar begins with a gentle, flowing fingerpicked rhythm (Am - G - C - F). A light, airy flute or recorder melody enters, mimicking the delicate movement of the insect.) (Verse 1) (Am)Sunrise over meadow grass, the (G)dew is silver, deep and low, (C)A slow, quiet movement where the (F)tall reeds start to grow. (Am)And then you see them rising, (G)darting through the golden air, (C)A flash of blue and emerald, (F)like a jewel beyond compare. (Am)They move between the shadows, (G)they barely make a sound, (C)Just stitching up the silence (F)over the soft, damp ground. (Pre-Chorus) (C)The old ones say they carry (G)the memory of the sea, (Am)Living out a fragile life (F)for all the world to see. (C)They represent the shifting, (G)the lightness of the change, (D)Breaking every single boundary (N.C.) within their silent range. (Chorus) (G)Oh, the dragonfly, the Winged Sapphire, (D)a messenger of grace, (Em)Leaving trails of silver light (C)across this peaceful place. (G)They hold the magic of the water, (D)the quiet truth of the land, (Em)A perfect, simple rhythm (C)we can barely understand. (Verse 2) (Am)They hover by the water’s edge, (G)where the old willow tree does weep, (C)Watching silent creatures rising (F)from the moss and from the sleep. (Am)Their wings are thin as finest glass, (G)a marvel of design, (C)Catching every single sunbeam (F)on a fragile, honest line. (Am)And they remind me to be present, (G)to watch the moments fly, (C)Because the greatest beauty's often (F)the one that passes by. (Pre-Chorus) (C)The old ones say they carry (G)the memory of the sea, (Am)Living out a fragile life (F)for all the world to see. (C)They represent the shifting, (G)the lightness of the change, (D)Breaking every single boundary (N.C.) within their silent range. (Chorus) (G)Oh, the dragonfly, the Winged Sapphire, (D)a messenger of grace, (Em)Leaving trails of silver light (C)across this peaceful place. (G)They hold the magic of the water, (D)the quiet truth of the land, (Em)A perfect, simple rhythm (C)we can barely understand. (Outro) (The music slows down. The guitar picking becomes sparse and delicate. The flute melody plays a final, winding phrase and fades.) (Am)Winged sapphire... (G)Keep on flying... (C)In the light... (F)Never dying... (The final notes fade slowly into complete silence.)
