In the garden where silence blooms,
Butterflies dance with the breeze,
Colors blend in gentle whispers,
Painting dreams among the trees.

Morning dew embraces petals,
Soft wings flutter in delight,
Each movement a silent story,
Told in the glow of morning light.

Through the meadows, they wander free,
Chasing shadows, weaving tales,
In their flight, a gentle promise,
Of beauty where the heart prevails.

As daylight fades to gentle dusk,
They rest upon the evening’s sigh,
Leaving trails of fleeting whispers,
In the endless, starry sky.