In the garden’s silent whisper, a butterfly takes flight,
Wings adorned with colors, a dance in pure delight.
Each flutter tells a story, of freedom and rebirth,
A gentle kiss of nature, a marvel of the earth.

Through meadows vast and blooming, it glides on zephyrs’ breeze,
A symbol of transformation, carried with such ease.
From a tiny caterpillar, to this elegant display,
It reminds us of life’s journey, in a most enchanting way.

The sunlight gently kisses, the patterns on its wings,
A fleeting glimpse of beauty, a melody that sings.
In every gentle flutter, there’s a whisper of the soul,
A timeless tale of wonder, that makes the spirit whole.

So let us cherish moments, like the butterfly’s brief flight,
Embrace the fleeting beauty, and bask in pure delight.
For in its graceful journey, there’s a lesson to be learned,
That every fleeting moment, holds magic to be discerned.