In the garden where sunlight spills,
Butterflies dance with tender thrills,
Their wings whisper secrets of the sky,
As they flutter and gently fly by.

Colors blend in a symphony of hues,
Painting dreams in morning dews,
Each movement a graceful art,
Touching the soul, capturing the heart.

Among the flowers, they find their way,
In the embrace of a golden day,
Silken wings in delicate flight,
Transforming shadows into light.

Ephemeral beauty, a fleeting grace,
In their world, time leaves no trace,
Butterflies, with stories untold,
Weave magic in their silent hold.