In the garden’s gentle embrace,
Butterflies flutter with grace,
Their wings whisper secrets untold,
Of dreams that never grow old.

Colors dance in the morning light,
A tapestry of day and night,
Each flutter a silent song,
In the place where they belong.

Softly they land on petals bright,
Pausing in their playful flight,
Moments fleeting, yet profound,
In the beauty they have found.

As dusk descends, they drift away,
Promising to return someday,
Leaving trails of wonder behind,
In the corners of the mind.