In a meadow kissed by morning light,
Where petals shimmer, soft and bright,
A whisper stirs the fragrant air,
And magic dances everywhere.

With gentle grace, I take my flight,
On wings of color, pure delight,
A butterfly, so free and bold,
Invites me to a tale untold.

I twirl upon its gilded hue,
A tapestry of red and blue,
With every flutter, every sway,
I lose myself, I drift away.

Through gardens lush and skies so wide,
On silken wings, we glide, we glide,
The world below, a distant dream,
As we weave through sunlight’s gleam.

The daisies clap, the willows sway,
In harmony, they join the play,
A symphony of joy and flight,
In this enchanted, fleeting light.

Oh, let us dance, my fragile friend,
Where time stands still, where moments blend,
In this embrace of joy and grace,
We’ll paint the sky, we’ll find our place.

And when the evening calls us home,
With twilight’s brush, we softly roam,
We’ll carry whispers in our hearts,
Of dancing dreams and magic starts.

So let me ride on your wings so fair,
A dance of souls in the fragrant air,
For in this moment, wild and free,
I find my spirit’s melody.