In the dawn of spring’s gentle embrace,
A butterfly dances with delicate grace.
Wings painted with nature’s vibrant hue,
A fleeting glimpse of morning dew.

Through blooming meadows it softly glides,
Chasing the sun where warmth abides.
In every flutter, a story untold,
Of dreams and wonders, brave and bold.

As summer’s light begins to wane,
The butterfly seeks solace from the rain.
Amongst the petals, it finds its haven,
In the quiet whispers of the craven.

With autumn’s breath, it takes its flight,
Into the dusk, where day turns to night.
A symbol of change, a transient thing,
Yet forever cherished on nature’s wing.