The Butterfly's Dance
"An Aerial Symphony of Ephemeral Splendor"
In a meadow kissed by gentle breeze, Where flowers sway and sigh with ease, A butterfly takes flight, with grace untold, A dance of beauty, a story to unfold.
With fragile wings, adorned in vibrant hue, It flutters, twirling, its purpose anew. A ballet in the air, a delicate trance, The butterfly's dance, a fleeting chance.
With wings of blue, like a summer sky, It pirouettes, as the days go by. A symbol of freedom, lightness in flight, It enchants the world, with colors so bright.
With wings of orange, like a sunset's glow, It glides and spins, a graceful show. A messenger of joy, a whisper of hope, In its dance, the universe elopes.
With wings of yellow, like golden rays, It flits and floats in sunlit days. A symbol of transformation, rebirth, and change, In its dance, life's mysteries rearrange.
With wings of black, like a midnight veil, It weaves and waltzes, a story to unveil. A symbol of resilience, in shadows it thrives, In its dance, the butterfly survives.
Through meadows and gardens, it gracefully roams, In a dance that speaks of life's vibrant tones. From flower to flower, it brings delight, A ballet of nature, a breathtaking sight.
So let us marvel at the butterfly's dance, A symbol of beauty, a fleeting chance. In its delicate flight, we find solace and grace, A reminder to cherish life's ephemeral embrace.
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This was so magical and so beautifully written!