The Butterfly's Colorful Wings

From silken threads, a brand new start, A tiny nudge, a fluttery heart!

The Butterfly's Colorful Wings, a painted dream, Awakened slow, beside a sunbeam.

A garden waits, a fragrant sight, With blooms of red and gold so bright. The roses blush, the lilies gleam, A flowery, buzzing, waking dream.

A Butterfly, with wings so grand, New to the world, in this floral land. Beside her sway, with gentle grace, The Flowers fair, in their sunlit space. And buzzing near, with fuzzy coats, The busy Bees, with honey notes.

She stretched her wings, a vibrant hue, Of sapphire, ruby, emerald, too. And dipped and danced, a joyful flight, A splash of colour, pure delight. From poppy red to violet deep, She tasted nectar, secrets to keep.

She kissed the lilies, soft and white, And shared their joy with all her might. The Bees flew 'round, a busy throng, Collecting pollen, all day long. The Butterfly, with gentle touch, Helped spread the gold, oh so much!

And as she flitted, light and free, The garden thrived, for all to see. From tiny seed to blossom bold, A story whispered, to have and hold. The Butterfly, a gentle friend, Helped the flower garden never end.