In the garden where dreams alight,
Butterflies dance in the morning light.
Wings of silk and hues so bright,
They flutter with a grace so light.

Through the air they weave and glide,
On a gentle breeze they ride.
Nature’s whisper, nature’s pride,
In their elegance, they confide.

Silent stories they unfold,
Tales of beauty, tales untold.
In their flight, a sight to behold,
As the day turns to gold.

Ephemeral beings on a timeless quest,
In the garden, they find their rest.
A symbol of life at its best,
Butterflies, nature’s blessed.