In the meadows, soft and fair,
Where flowers dance without a care,
A butterfly, a fleeting sprite,
With wings of colour, pure and bright.

Its paper wings, a painted dream,
In hues of gold and azure gleam,
Gliding softly in the summer breeze,
A dance of grace, beneath the trees.

Oh, butterfly, with wings so light,
You bring joy to the day and stars to the night,
A simple glimpse of nature’s art,
A masterpiece stitched with threads of heart.

Let us cherish each fluttering wing,
And the magic that the butterfly brings,
For in its flight, we find delight,
And in its dance, our spirits alight.

In the garden of life, let us be,
Just like the butterfly, wild and free,
Embracing change with wings unfurled,
In harmony with the natural world.

So let us honour the butterfly’s grace,
And cherish nature’s sacred space,
For in its wings, we find our song,
A symphony of life, forever strong.