In the quiet dawn, where sunlight meets the dew,
Butterflies awaken, with wings of vibrant hue.
They dance upon the breeze, a symphony in flight,
Painting the sky with colors, in the soft morning light.

Through fields of blooming flowers, they gracefully roam,
Each petal they touch, becomes their fleeting home.
Their whispers are a melody, a song without a sound,
As they weave through the air, close to the ground.

In the gentle flutter, lies a story untold,
Of beauty and fragility, in every fold.
They remind us of moments, so precious and brief,
Of the delicate balance, between joy and grief.

As the sun sets, and shadows grow long,
The butterflies retreat, to where they belong.
In the heart of the meadow, they find their rest,
Leaving behind memories, of their graceful quest.