In the soft embrace of morning light,
Butterflies take their graceful flight.
Their wings, a canvas, vivid and bright,
Paint the air with colors of delight.

Through fields of gold and skies so blue,
They flutter by with a gentle hue.
Whispering secrets of morning dew,
In a dance that’s ever true.

They kiss the petals, soft and sweet,
As the world awakens at their feet.
Each motion, a rhythm, a heartbeat,
In nature’s symphony, complete.

When twilight falls and day is done,
They rest beneath the setting sun.
Dreaming of another day’s fun,
When once again, they’ll fly and run.