In a whisper of wings, a dance begins,
A flutter, a flicker, in the softest breeze,
The butterfly glides, a silent hymn,
Weaving through the air with effortless ease.

Colors that shimmer, a painter’s delight,
Each stroke of the wing, a masterpiece,
In gardens where flowers bask in light,
The butterfly’s dance brings endless peace.

From blossom to blossom, a gentle flight,
A story unfolds in the warm daylight,
With each moment, a secret insight,
The butterfly whispers tales of light.

As dusk approaches, the dance slows down,
The butterfly rests, in a world so grand,
In the silence of night, without a sound,
It dreams of skies and far-off lands.