In gardens where the sunlight weaves,
A dance of colors softly grieves,
Their wings like whispers on the breeze,
Butterflies float with gentle ease.

Amongst the blooms, they find their stage,
Turning each leaf, turning each page,
Of stories written in the air,
A fleeting beauty, pure and rare.

Beneath the skies, so vast and wide,
They journey lightly, never tied,
To earthly bounds or time’s cruel hand,
They wander free across the land.

In their brief life, a lesson told,
Embrace the moments, bright and bold,
For like the butterflies we see,
Our time on earth is wild and free.