In the gentle light where shadows play,
Butterflies dance in a fleeting ballet.
Their wings, like whispers, softly glide,
Carrying dreams on the breath of the tide.

Colors blend in a sunlit embrace,
A tapestry woven with delicate grace.
They flit through the air with timeless ease,
Bringing whispers of wonder in the breeze.

In the meadow’s heart where wildflowers bloom,
Their presence dispels all traces of gloom.
A symphony of stillness, a quiet delight,
Their journey unfolds in the warmth of the light.

As evening descends with a gentle sigh,
They vanish beneath the starlit sky.
Yet in their flight, a story remains,
Of beauty and freedom in life’s tender refrains.