Whisper of butterfly

Whispers of a Butterfly

In gardens kissed by morning's hue,

A butterfly in silence flew,

With wings like petals, soft and bright,

It danced between the beams of light.

No sound it made, no storm it stirred,

Yet hearts were moved, though nothing heard.

A painter’s dream, a poet’s sigh,

A fleeting glimpse of earth and sky.

It brushed the rose, the daisy's cheek,

A language only peace could speak,

Its flight a prayer, its pause a grace,

A moment’s joy in time and space.

From chrysalis to airy stream,

It lived a short, enchanted dream.

A symbol of what we let go—

To find new life, to rise, to grow.

So when you see one passing by,

A drifting soul beneath the sky,

Know in that wingbeat, light and free,

Is all the beauty life can be.