Amidst the morning’s gentle sigh,
In gardens where soft breezes play,
Butterflies dance beneath the sky,
Their colors bright, their hearts at bay.

With wings like whispers, soft and light,
They flutter through the blooming maze,
In the embrace of dawn’s first light,
They weave through dreams and sunlit haze.

Each movement tells a story old,
Of transformation, life, and grace,
A silent tale in hues of gold,
Written across the morning’s face.

In their brief flight, they teach the heart,
To cherish moments, fleeting, fair,
For life, like them, is art on art,
A dance of color in the air.