In the quiet whisper of the dawn,
Butterflies awaken with the sun,
Their wings a tapestry of dreams,
Gliding through the morning beams.
They flit and flutter in the breeze,
Weaving tales among the trees,
Each movement a silent song,
A dance where they belong.
Colors blend in soft ballet,
Nature’s art in full display,
Petals and wings in harmony,
A fleeting glimpse of poetry.
As day advances, they still soar,
Guardians of the forest floor,
In every flutter, beauty lies,
The gentle grace of butterflies.