In the whisper of the summer breeze,
Butterflies dance with effortless ease,
Their wings painting the azure sky,
In a ballet that makes the flowers sigh.

Golden sunshine kisses their delicate wings,
As they flutter, a symphony of spring,
Each movement a story untold,
Of dreams and desires in colors bold.

Through meadows and over streams,
They chase the light of fleeting dreams,
With every flutter, a wish takes flight,
In the warm embrace of daylight.

Night falls, but their magic remains,
In the moonlight, they weave gentle refrains,
A reminder that beauty often lies,
In the smallest things, unseen by eyes.