In the garden’s gentle embrace,
A butterfly begins its graceful chase.
With wings adorned in colors bright,
It flutters softly in the light.

Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
It dances on the morning dew.
Each petal kissed by tender flight,
A fleeting joy, a pure delight.

Through meadows green and blossoms sweet,
It finds the flowers, pure and neat.
A symbol of life’s fragile grace,
In every moment, a sacred space.

As day turns into twilight’s glow,
The butterfly begins to slow.
Resting on a leaf’s gentle curve,
It dreams of skies it will preserve.