In the morning’s gentle light they rise,
Silent wings in a vibrant dance,
Painting the sky with hues of dreams,
Whispering secrets of the earth’s romance.
Amidst the flowers they gracefully weave,
Fragile and fierce in their flight,
Carriers of stories untold,
Wrapped in colors bold and bright.
Each flutter a brushstroke on natureâs canvas,
A silent harmony in the breeze,
Transforming the landscape with their art,
As the world finds peace in their ease.
In their fleeting beauty lies a truth,
That life is a dance of change,
And in their gentle, transient presence,
We find courage to embrace the strange.