In the garden where the sunbeam lies,
Butterflies dance in the morning skies.
With wings so delicate, colors so bright,
They bring the day a gentle light.

Fluttering softly from bloom to bloom,
They chase away the shadows and gloom.
In the hush of dawn, they come alive,
In their silent flight, they truly thrive.

Through fields of gold, they weave their way,
A symphony of grace in the light of day.
Their whispers tell stories of nature’s art,
Painting dreams in every heart.

As twilight falls, they find their rest,
Beneath the stars, in nature’s nest.
Their journey ends with the setting sun,
Until the morning, when they again shall run.