In the gentle dance of morning light, they soar,
Painted wings that whisper tales of lore.
Flitting through the emerald fields so wide,
Carried by the winds, they gracefully glide.

Beneath the sun’s warm and tender embrace,
They find their path with effortless grace.
Each flutter a symphony, a silent song,
In the heart of nature, where they belong.

Colors blend in a mesmerizing display,
A fleeting beauty they convey.
In gardens blooming, their presence known,
A reminder of life’s delicate tone.

Their journey brief, yet profoundly bright,
In their ephemeral flight, such pure delight.
Butterflies, spirits of the summer’s dream,
In their wings, the world does gleam.