In the garden where dreams take flight,
Butterflies dance in the morning light.
Wings painted with nature’s hues,
They flit and flutter, chasing the blues.
Gentle whispers on the breeze,
Messages carried through the trees.
Fragile beauty in the air,
A symbol of life beyond compare.
From flower to flower, they gracefully roam,
Each petal a stop, each bloom a home.
In their silence, stories they weave,
Of rebirth and hope, for those who believe.
As the sun dips low, they find their rest,
In twilight’s glow, theyâre at their best.
A fleeting moment, pure and bright,
Butterflies, the soul’s soft light.