With wings of hues, a fragile, vibrant dance, The butterfly, a symbol of life's flow, Embarks on quests, a nectar-seeking trance, Through meadows green, where blooms in splendor glow.

From bud to blossom, its delicate touch, A sip of sweetness, life's elixir rare, The butterfly, in its ethereal clutch, Embraces life's essence, free from care.

Across the fields, it flutters, light and free, A symphony of colors, sunlit grace, A metaphor for life's fluidity, A fleeting moment in time and space.

Oh, butterfly, your journey's like our own, A quest for nectar, life's sweet, precious tone.