Delicate wings, a dance so fine,
A butterfly flairs, in the sunshine divine.
Colors burst, as it takes to air,
A fleeting glimpse, beyond compare.
In gardens full, of vibrant hue,
It sips and flairs, with a gentle crew.
With wings of blue, and hints of gold,
It flutters by, a story untold.
A masterpiece, of nature\'s art,
A wundrous sight, that\'s captured heart.
In every flight, a secret\'s shared,
A language spoken, without a word.
From cocoon tight, to wings so free,
A transformation, for all to see.
A symbol of hope, of life anew,
A promise kept, in all it does.
With every beat, a dream takes flight,
A tiny king, of the morning light.
In sun-kissed fields, it finds its stage,
A ballerina, in a floral age.
With every move, a story\'s spun,
A tale of beauty, just begun.
Its wings a canvas, a work of art,
A masterpiece, that touches heart.
With sips of nectar, it finds its bliss,
A sweet delight, in a world of wish.
It flairs and fluts, with joy so pure,
A carefree spirit, that\'s sure.
In its beauty, we find our peace,
A sense of calm, our worries release.
Though fragile life, is but a span,
The butterfly\'s dance, in our hearts remain.
A memory kept, of a wundrous sight,
A symbol of hope, in the dark of night.
For in its beauty, we find our own,
A reflection of, the beauty that\'s shown.