A Celestial Dancer

In the garden's ballet, a sprite takes flight,

A kaleidoscope dancer, delicate and light.

With wings aflutter, a vibrant display,

A dancing butterfly in the sun's warm ray.

A waltz with the zephyrs, a twirl with the breeze,

Graceful pirouettes among the blossoming trees.

Petals applaud in a silent cheer,

As the butterfly glides, drawing nature near.

A ballet of colors, a living art,

Each fluttering movement, a work of heart.

From petal to petal, a pas de deux,

Nature's own ballerina, on gossamer shoes.

Golden sunlight adorns her wings,

As the butterfly in ecstasy sings.

A rhythmic ballet, a dance so divine,

In the garden's embrace, a moment in time.

Among the blooms, a living jewel,

A dance of freedom, a whimsical fuel.

Her silhouette pirouettes against the sky,

A dancing butterfly, a spirit soaring high.

Through meadows and fields, the waltz extends,

As the butterfly's dance never truly ends.

In the twilight's embrace, she takes her bow,

A celestial dancer, in dreams she'll allow.