In a garden touched by morning's light,
Butterflies dance, a wondrous sight,
Each one precious, brave and free,
Bringing colors for all to see.

Some wings carry shadows past,
But their spirit shines to last,
Between roses and swaying trees,
They float upon the gentle breeze.

Watch them soar to touch the sky,
Each flutter shows their strength to fly,
Through storms they've found their way to peace,
Their beauty now shall never cease.

In this safe and sacred space,
They move with gentle, touching grace,
Every wing that dares to rise
Tells stories of sweet butterflies.

So let us guard this garden fair,
Where healing blooms in morning air,
For every butterfly should know
A safe place where their wings can grow.