In the hush of dawn, they awaken, wings unfurl,
Whispers of colors, a gentle swirl.
Upon petals, they rest, in soft repose,
Guardians of secrets only nature knows.

In the golden light, they dance and weave,
On zephyrs so tender, they gently leave.
A ballet of dreams, in the sunlit air,
With grace and beauty beyond compare.

Amidst the blossoms, their tales unfold,
Stories of wonder, in silence told.
In every flutter, a world anew,
A symphony of hues in morning dew.

As twilight fades, they find their way,
Back to the shadows where they gently sway.
In the quiet night, they softly rest,
Dreams of tomorrow, in colors dressed.