In the realm where dreams take flight,
Butterflies dance in the light,
Their wings, a canvas of the sky,
Painted hues as they flutter by.
Gentle whispers on the breeze,
A symphony among the trees,
Each flutter a note of grace,
In natureâs silent, tender embrace.
Through fields of blooms, they glide,
With elegance, they never hide,
In their brief, ephemeral stay,
They weave magic in the day.
Oh, to be a butterfly,
To soar with freedom in the sky,
In their delicate, fleeting span,
They remind us of lifeâs grand plan.