Gentle whispers in the morning light,
Butterflies take their graceful flight.
Wings painted with the hues of dawn,
In a meadow where dreams are drawn.

Through the breeze, they softly glide,
Carried by the winds, far and wide.
Each flutter a silent song,
A dance where they truly belong.

Petals bow as they pass by,
Beneath the ever-watchful sky.
In their presence, time stands still,
As nature bows to their gentle will.

When the sun dips low to rest,
They retreat to their hidden nest.
Leaving behind a trail of grace,
In the heart of this enchanted place.