In the gentle dawn’s embrace, they rise,
Wings painted with nature’s tender hues,
Whispering secrets to the morning skies,
In a dance only the heart truly pursues.

Their flight is a soft serenade of grace,
A tapestry woven in the sunlit air,
Each flutter a brushstroke, a gentle trace,
Of fleeting beauty, beyond compare.

They wander through gardens with silent might,
Weaving dreams where flowers bloom,
Caressing petals with the softest light,
Turning moments into eternal perfume.

Oh, butterflies, with your delicate guise,
You teach the world to cherish the small,
In your transient journey, wisdom lies,
A reminder of life’s ephemeral call.