Butterfly

A creature of metamorphosis, From lowly worm to wings of grace, A symbol of hope and new beginnings, A flitting dance in nature's space. Your wings, a canvas painted bright, With hues of joy and life untold, A splash of crimson, taking flight, A heart of gold, both brave and bold. You rest upon a bed of blooms, Their fragrance sweet, your touch so light, A gentle soul, dispelling gloom, Embracing the day with all your might. The blue backdrop, a calming sky, Reflects the peace you bring to earth, A silent prayer, a whispered sigh, A testament to rebirth. So fly, dear butterfly, be free, Soar high above and touch the sun, A reminder that we all can be, Transformed by love, when all is done.