In the garden where the flowers bloom,
A butterfly dances without a care,
A delicate whisper in the room,
A canvas painted in the air.

Soft wings that tell a tale untold,
Of transformation in the night,
From a chrysalis, bold and cold,
To a creature of ethereal light.

Through sunlit skies and shadowed glade,
It flutters on in sweet descent,
Each moment in the sun displayed,
A journey of fleeting intent.

In the gentle breeze, it finds its way,
A symbol of change and graceful flight,
In every hue, a bright array,
A testament to nature’s might.