In the hush of morning light, they rise,
Gentle whispers in the boundless sky.
Wings painted with the artist’s dream,
A dance of colors in the sunbeam.
Softly they flutter through the air,
Weaving patterns without a care.
Silent symphony in the breeze,
A gentle grace that aims to please.
Dreamers of the garden’s dawn,
In their presence, worries are gone.
Fragile beauty that speaks so loud,
In their flight, the heart is proud.
Gentle creatures of the sky,
With them, time seems to fly.
Moments captured in their flight,
A fleeting glimpse of pure delight.