Butterfly

Butterfly, butterfly, so gentle and light,

With wings like a rainbow, so pretty in flight.

Fluttering and floating on a warm summer breeze,

With delicate beauty, it dances with ease.

From flower to flower, it gracefully goes,

Sipping sweet nectar, as everyone knows.

It spreads joy and wonder, wherever it flies,

With wings that sparkle, like stars in the skies.

A symbol of transformation, rebirth and grace,

It reminds us that life is a fleeting race.

To spread joy and beauty, wherever we go,

And cherish every moment, like the butterfly's glow.

So let us be like the butterfly, so free,

And dance through life, with grace and beauty.

Let us spread joy and wonder, wherever we roam,

And cherish the beauty of life, like the butterfly's home.

Fluttering wings so light and free,

The butterfly flits from flower to tree.

Its colors vibrant, its grace so rare,

A creature delicate, beyond compare.

With each new bloom, it finds delight,

Drinking nectar, taking flight.

From rose to lily, it travels far,

Spreading beauty, like a shining star.

From caterpillar to chrysalis,

It transforms with each new phase.

Emerging renewed, reborn with wings,

A symbol of hope, of new beginnings.

So let us cherish this wondrous creature,

For it reminds us of life's purest feature.

The ability to transform and renew,

To spread our wings and start anew.

A caterpillar crawling slow,

Inch by inch it moves and grows,

Eating leaves and shedding skin,

A transformation will soon begin.

It weaves a chrysalis so tight,

And there it rests both day and night,

Until one day, it breaks free,

A butterfly for all to see.

With wings of color, bold and bright,

It takes to flight, a wondrous sight,

Dancing in the sun and breeze,

A life reborn, a soul at ease.

It flutters here, it flutters there,

Drinking nectar without a care,

A symbol of life, of change, of grace,

A butterfly's life, a beautiful pace.

A butterfly's life, oh so fine,

Filled with beauty, joy divine,

From the moment it's born,

A life of wonder, not forlorn.

Its wings are fragile, yet so strong,

A symbol of hope that lasts so long,

Fluttering here, fluttering there,

A dance of life, without a care.

From flower to flower, it flits and flies,

Sipping nectar as it goes by,

A life of freedom, no strings attached,

A journey of wonder, no time to catch.

In the warmth of the sun, it basks and glows,

Filling the air with its colorful flows,

A true wonder of nature, in every way,

A butterfly's life, a glorious display.

And when its time is nearly done,

It spreads its wings and soars as one,

Leaving behind its earthly form,

A soul reborn, through nature's storm.

A butterfly's life, so full of grace,

A beauty that time cannot erase,

A symbol of hope, of joy, of love,

A reminder of life, as pure as a dove.