In the quiet whispers of dawn, they rise,
Gentle creatures born from nature’s embrace,
Colors of dreams painted in delicate guise,
Fluttering softly in life’s tender grace.
From humble beginnings in a drawn-out slumber,
They emerge, transforming from within,
Breaking free from the cocoon’s number,
To dance in the light, where new life begins.
Wings unfurled, they greet the morning sun,
Each flutter a story, each flight a tale,
In fields of bloom, their journey’s begun,
Through fragrant meadows and soft summer’s gale.
As twilight descends, their dance slows down,
The sun sets, painting skies in golden hues,
Their mission fulfilled, in nature’s realm renowned,
A fleeting beauty, in life’s ephemeral muse.