Upon the morning’s gentle breath,
Where dawn’s first light begins to play,
A dance of color, soft as a sigh,
The butterflies arise with the day.

In gardens lush, where secrets lie,
They flit like dreams in sunlit rays,
Carrying whispers of the earth,
In vibrant hues, their silent praise.

Their wings, a canvas of the skies,
Paint stories of the fleeting air,
With every flutter, grace unfolds,
A masterpiece beyond compare.

Oh, gentle spirits of the breeze,
In your flight, a tale of life and time,
A fleeting beauty, a transient joy,
In your presence, our spirits climb.