In the garden where dreams take flight,
Butterflies dance in the soft moonlight,
Their wings, a canvas of colors bright,
Whispering secrets through the night.

Among the petals, they find their grace,
A gentle brush, a fleeting trace,
In their dance, they leave no space,
For sorrow’s touch, nor time’s embrace.

Each flutter tells a story old,
Of sunlit days and nights so cold,
In their wings, a tale unfolds,
Of beauty rare and courage bold.

So let them soar, these fragile dreams,
In the quiet of the moon’s soft beams,
For in their flight, a world redeems,
The magic of life’s endless streams.