In a garden where the shadows play,
I stand, both night and day,
my spirit dance, grace unfurled,
A beacon bright in a muted world.
Surrounded by butterflies, soft and free,
Each wing a story, a memory,
Colors and patterns, a delicate art,
Echoing whispers of the heart.
They flutter around me, a vibrant swarm,
In their gentle presence, I find my form,
With every flutter, a secret shared,
In the tapestry of life, i'm ensnared.
my eyes hold the wisdom of ages past,
In their depths, the present is cast,
For every butterfly that takes to flight,
Is a piece of my soul, a spark of light.
So let them swirl, let them play,
In this enchanted, fleeting ballet,
For in their dance, she finds her way,
A woman, a symbol, in nature’s sway.
