Gossamer Wings

Butterflies flutter on gossamer wings,

Carrying hope on fragile, delicate things.

They remind us of transformation's might,

And the beauty that emerges from the darkest night.

From a tiny caterpillar, they emerge anew,

Unfolding wings, a palette of vibrant hue.

Metamorphosis, a journey they embrace,

Symbolizing rebirth, with grace and space.

They dance in the sunlight, a spectacle of grace,

A gentle reminder, in life's chaotic race.

Their delicate flight whispers stories untold,

Of resilience and strength, as they unfold.

They navigate the world with effortless flight,

Guided by instincts, an innate delight.

They teach us to embrace change's gentle call,

To shed our limitations and stand tall.

Butterflies carry hope on fragile wings,

Fluttering through meadows, where freedom sings.

They show us that beauty can arise,

From the darkest corners, where hope lies.

In their presence, we find solace and peace,

Their delicate presence brings our hearts at ease.

For in their delicate dance, we see,

That transformation is possible for you and me.

So let us marvel at these winged delights,

Symbols of transformation, taking flight.

Butterflies flutter on gossamer wings,

Inspiring hope, as fragile as delicate things.

They remind us of the strength within our soul,

That from darkness, beauty can unfold.

Embrace the journey, let our spirits take flight,

Like butterflies, we'll emerge, shining bright.