In the morning light, it takes its flight,
A butterfly, delicate and free,
Wings painted with dreams of night,
A tapestry of vibrant destiny.

Through gardens where the flowers bloom,
It weaves its way, a gentle glide,
Kissing petals, dispelling gloom,
A whisper of nature, side by side.

Beneath the sunlit, azure dome,
It dances with the fleeting breeze,
A pilgrimage, a fleeting roam,
In symphony with swaying trees.

As twilight falls, it finds its rest,
A quiet peace in evening’s glow,
The butterfly, a welcome guest,
In the heart of the world, aglow.