Amidst the whispering leaves they soar,In gardens where the sunlight pours.Butterflies dance on gentle breeze,Weaving dreams among the trees.Their wings, a canvas of vibrant hues,Paint the air with morning dew.Each flutter writes a silent song,Of beauty fleeting, yet so strong.In meadows where wildflowers sway,They flit and frolic, and gently play.A symbol of transformation’s grace,In every flutter, a new embrace.As twilight descends, they find their rest,In petals soft, a tranquil nest.Yet in our hearts, their presence stays,Guiding us through life’s delicate maze.