In the heart of a sunlit meadow, they dance,
Butterflies, with wings of bright romance.
Each flutter a whisper, a secret untold,
In hues of yellow, blue, and gold.

They kiss the flowers with gentle grace,
A ballet of colors in a timeless space.
Each movement a story, a fleeting glance,
As they weave through the air in a delicate trance.

From bloom to bloom, they silently glide,
In the soft summer breeze, they confide.
The meadow alive with their vibrant flight,
A symphony of wings in the warm daylight.

And as the sun dips low in the sky,
They whisper farewell, a soft goodbye.
Until dawn breaks and they rise again,
To dance once more in the meadow’s domain.