A whisper of colors, soft and bright,
She flutters gently, chasing the light.
Born from stillness, wrapped in a shell,
A quiet miracle, a tale to tell.
Her wings, like petals kissed by dawn,
Painted with hues of dusk and morn.
Each fragile beat, a silent song,
A fleeting beauty, not for long.
Through fields of blooms, she weaves her way,
A dancer of spring in nature's ballet.
No map, no guide, just wind to steer,
She travels far, yet seems so near.
Oh butterfly, a symbol of change,
A life reborn, so vast, so strange.
You teach us softly, as you soar,
That endings lead to something more.
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