In the quiet morning light, they flutter by,
Wings painted with the hues of dawn,
Each movement a gentle sigh,
Whispering secrets of the skies they’ve drawn.

Among the blooms, their colors blend,
A ballet of grace in the sun’s embrace,
Through fragrant winds, their journeys wend,
In nature’s gallery, they trace their lace.

Ephemeral beauties, yet timeless in flight,
They dance through shadows and beams,
Carving patterns of delicate delight,
In the garden of our dreams.

As evening falls, they softly rest,
Beneath the stars’ gentle gleam,
Leaving dreams of their gentle quest,
In the heart of night’s serene stream.