In the hush of twilight’s gentle embrace,
A butterfly flutters with delicate grace.
Wings kissed by the colors of dawn,
In the garden, it dances till night’s drawn.

Beneath the silken canopy of stars,
It weaves through dreams, near and far.
Each flutter a whisper, a silent song,
In nature’s choir, where it belongs.

Petals bend to its tender caress,
In this moment, pure and endless.
Moonlight bathes its fragile form,
A fleeting beauty, a silent storm.

As the night folds into day once more,
The butterfly’s dance, forever it soars.
A symbol of hope, life’s gentle breeze,
In its flight, we find our peace.