In gentle meadows where sunlight spills,
Butterflies dance with grace untold,
Their wings whisper secrets of ancient hills,
In colors vivid, stories unfold.

Fluttering softly through the air,
They weave a tapestry of dreams,
In every hue, a tender care,
A symphony of nature, it seems.

Amidst the flowers, they find their home,
A fleeting moment of pure delight,
In their presence, the world does roam,
In serene wonder, taking flight.

Oh, fragile beauty, fleeting and rare,
In your dance, the heart finds release,
For in your flight, we learn to care,
In your gentle presence, we find peace.