In the gentle dawn’s embrace they glide,
Whispers of butterflies in the morning light,
Their wings sketch dreams across the sky,
In silent dances, they take flight.
Colors blend in a symphony of grace,
A fleeting beauty in each gentle trace,
Carrying secrets from bloom to bloom,
In gardens where their souls find room.
Their journey mirrors the heartbeat of time,
A fleeting presence, a silent rhyme,
In the tapestry of nature’s grand design,
They weave stories, both yours and mine.
In the stillness of the summer’s day,
They remind us of lifeâs delicate play,
Ephemeral yet profoundly serene,
In their flight, the world’s unseen.