In the gentle hush of morning light,
A butterfly dances in flight,
Its wings a canvas, painted bright,
A fleeting dream, a wondrous sight.
Upon the breeze it glides and sways,
Through blooming fields and sunlit rays,
Each petal kissed in soft embrace,
A silent song in nature’s grace.
The world below, a blur of green,
It flutters by, unseen, serene,
A journey through the endless skies,
A tale untold to wandering eyes.
As dusk approaches, shadows fall,
The butterfly heeds night’s quiet call,
Resting now, beneath the stars,
Its whispered dreams of lands afar.