Little Wings, Big Dreams

In gardens where the wildflowers play,

Tiny butterfly babies flutter each day.

With wings like whispers, soft and light,

They dance in beams of golden light.

Their giggles sound like morning breeze,

They nap on petals, cradled with ease.

With colors bright and eyes so wide,

They chase the sun and clouds that glide.

They sip on dew, their lullaby sweet,

In nature’s arms, their dreams complete.

So small, so pure, in skies they twirl,

Each baby a gem, a fluttering pearl.

Oh, butterfly babies, born to the breeze—

You paint the world with fluttering ease.