A dragonfly clings to a dried stem at the Sequoyah National Wildlife Refuge in Oklahoma. Its delicate wings shimmer in the sunlight, showing the fine detail and beauty of this skilled aerial hunter.

Its repaired wings glowed like living emeralds, a treasure no gem could rival

I freed its wing. It stayed for hours. It came back for weeks. Maybe friendship is the oldest magic of all.

A tiny green dragonfly trapped in its wing—freed, it stretched into the sun as if claiming its place in the skies.

Proof that legends are real—this baby green dragonfly appeared at my feet, in need of rescue, and stayed for weeks like a loyal pet.

A magical encounter with a baby green dragonfly—tiny, fragile, and fresh from a fairy tale. Rescued from a tangled wing mishap, it stayed by my side like an old friend from another realm.

Its trust was instant, its company unforgettable—an emerald-colored friend from another world.

RED DRAGONFLY

RED DRAGONFLY

RED DRAGONFLY

RED DRAGONFLY