Cosmic, Enigmatic

Seemingly some kind of Message to All and sundry about: The colossal crimson sun imperceptibly sinks over the horizon, Sinks beyond the road here, over the park in the Debilitating, gritty summer heat. Nearby, a huge silent hairy golden dragonfly, As large as a fully grown man's hand, Unexpectedly swings down from above. The dragonfly hovers for a moment, Then effortlessly, closely paces a car suddenly passing by, One filled with aching sore-tired workmen. They are oblivious to The mute insect "spy" outside the car's windows, Just as they are now oblivious to all: Exhausted, the men have done their workaday work well. Then just as suddenly as the dragonfly first appeared, It shoots straight upward, Disappearing.