A Magical Sight

In a garden fair, where flowers bloom,

Lived a butterfly, with colors that groom.

Her wings, a canvas of nature's delight,

Fluttering gently, a magical sight.

Cocooned in quiet, a slumber so deep,

The butterfly dreamed, in her secret keep.

Tiny whispers of the breeze did tell,

A tale of transformation, a magical spell.

One fine day, in the morning sun's gleam,

The cocoon stirred with a gentle beam.

Out emerged a creature, delicate and free,

A butterfly, dancing in jubilant glee.

Her wings, a mosaic of colors bright,

Caught the sun's rays, a radiant light.

From petal to petal, she gracefully soared,

A fairy of the garden, adored and adored.

With each flutter, a tale she would weave,

Of the blossoms she'd kiss and secrets retrieve.

A gentle zephyr carried her song,

A melody sweet, where she belonged.

In the meadow's embrace, she pirouetted,

Among the blooms, where dreams are petted.

Sipping nectar from the blossoms so sweet,

The butterfly danced to nature's beat.

Through the azure sky, on a breeze so light,

She painted rainbows in her joyous flight.

A tiny poet in the garden's rhyme,

The butterfly told a tale, frozen in time.

As the sun dipped low, casting hues of gold,

The butterfly nestled, her story told.

In the quiet of night, under the moon's embrace,

She dreamt of gardens and a waltzing grace.

So, in the garden fair, where flowers bloom,

Listen closely, for there's a tale in the room.

Of a butterfly, with wings so bright,

A tiny storyteller, in the soft moonlight.