In the gentle dance of morning’s embrace,
Butterflies whisper secrets of the dawn,
Their wings a tapestry of dreams and grace,
In vibrant hues, the night is gently withdrawn.

They flutter through the gardens of our thought,
Painting the air with silent symphonies,
In every flutter, a lesson softly taught,
Of fleeting beauty and life’s gentle ease.

The sun casts golden shadows on their flight,
A ballet of colors across the sky,
In their ephemeral journey, pure delight,
A reminder of the moments passing by.

As day unfolds, their whispers fade away,
Yet in our hearts, their presence lingers still,
A testament to the beauty of the day,
And the quiet magic of nature’s will.