In fields where wildflowers bloom bright,
Butterflies dance in the golden light.
Whispers of dreams flutter on their wings,
As natureâs song softly sings.
Fragile beauty in a fleeting flight,
Colors blend in a mesmerizing sight.
Each movement a tale of grace untold,
In the warm embrace of morning’s gold.
Through the air they drift and glide,
Carried by a gentle breeze, they ride.
Silent messengers of peace and love,
From the heavens above.
As evening falls and shadows grow,
Their journey ends in a twilight glow.
A reminder of life’s fleeting kiss,
In the silent, soft, and gentle bliss.