In the garden where dreams unfold,Butterflies dance with stories untold.Their wings, a canvas of vibrant hues,A gentle whisper in the morning dew.They flutter by with a silent grace,In a world where time has no trace.Each flutter a poem, a fleeting song,A reminder of where we all belong.The sunlit paths they gently trace,A tapestry woven with endless grace.On flowers they rest, in colors bright,Echoing the joy of morning light.Through fields and skies, they drift and soar,Guardians of dreams forevermore.In their dance, a story unfolds,Of beauty, of life, and tales untold.