In the cradle of a whispering leaf,
A tiny life begins, so brief.
With wings of light and colors bright,
It emerges from the cocoon of night.

Through sunlit meadows it will glide,
On breezes soft, it takes a ride.
Dancing with flowers, in a joyous trance,
The butterfly performs its timeless dance.

Over mountains high and valleys low,
It flutters with grace, a gentle show.
Each moment cherished, each second dear,
In nature’s symphony, it has no fear.

When twilight falls and stars appear,
The butterfly knows its end is near.
Yet in its fleeting, wondrous flight,
It leaves a mark, a trace of light.