In the gentle dawn, they flutter by,
On wings of whisper, light as air,
Caught in the sunâs first golden sigh,
A tapestry of dreams they share.
Amidst the blooms, their dance unfolds,
A blur of colors, vibrant and bright,
Each movement a story yet untold,
In the quiet morning light.
Their tiny hearts beat a rapid song,
A rhythm of life, fierce and free,
In gardens where they belong,
Guardians of natureâs harmony.
As daylight fades, they softly go,
Into the dusk, a fleeting grace,
Leaving behind a gentle glow,
In the heart of every place.