In the quiet morning’s gentle glow,
Where dreams and light softly entwine,
Butterflies dance with whispered grace,
In patterns only they define.

Wings painted with the sun’s first kiss,
They flutter through the waking mist,
A tapestry of colors bright,
In nature’s tender, fleeting tryst.

Each flutter tells a silent tale,
Of journeys through the blooming glade,
They weave through air with effortless ease,
Where sunlight and shadows gently fade.

In nature’s realm where beauty reigns,
Their dance a fleeting, vibrant song,
A reminder of life’s gentle touch,
In moments brief, yet ever strong.