In the gentle morning light, she flutters
A delicate dance upon the breeze
Colors woven in whispers of flight
Her journey, a tranquil symphony of grace
Beneath the azure sky, she wanders free
Through fields of bloom, where dreams reside
Each petal kissed by her tender touch
A fleeting moment of beauty, softly held
In the quietude of the golden hour
Her silhouette becomes a fleeting dream
A tapestry of vibrant hues, alive
Painting the air with silent elegance
As twilight descends, she finds her rest
In the cradle of leaves, she gently sleeps
A whispering promise of dawn’s return
To dance once more in the sunlit breeze