In a garden lush and wide,
Where whispers of the wind abide,
A butterfly begins its flight,
Embracing the warmth of morning light.

Colors blend in gentle grace,
Painting dreams upon the space,
Each flutter a dance of delight,
A symphony of colors in the bright.

From flower to flower it glides,
In the breeze, it softly rides,
A metamorphosis of pure art,
A tender tale of nature’s heart.

As day fades into twilight’s hue,
It rests beneath the evening’s dew,
A symbol of life’s fleeting call,
A reminder of beauty, ephemeral and small.