Land of Butterflies
In fields of gold, where dreams take flight,
A thousand wings paint dawn with light.
Each flutter tells a whispered tale,
Of magic born where breezes sail.
Colors dance in a radiant stream,
A living mosaic, a waking dream.
Through meadows bright, they weave their song,
A hymn of hope where hearts belong.
The air is rich with fragrant blooms,
A canvas kissed by nature’s plumes.
Here, time dissolves, and wonder thrives,
In the land of butterflies, love arrives.
Their gentle grace, a fleeting spark,
Illuminates the shadows dark.
For in their flight, the spirit sees,
A world of endless fantasies.
They drift like whispers, soft and true,
Adorning skies in every hue.
A symphony of wings takes flight,
Turning daydreams into light.
Among the flowers, stories bloom,
Chasing away the deepest gloom.
Each butterfly, a fleeting guide,
Through lands where fairy tales reside.
The breeze becomes their gentle stage,
A timeless dance, page after page.
They teach us all to rise, to soar,
To seek the beauty at our core.
Oh, land of butterflies, so divine,
Your magic feels like sacred time.
A fleeting glimpse, a fleeting grace,
Yet in our hearts, you leave your trace.
@oriole_b
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