butterflies

In the tender blush of dawn,
Butterflies awaken,
unfurling their wings.
To the caress of the early sun,
They bask in the warmth.
A delicate ballet of color,
Against the soft light.
The world is hushed,
Save for the gentle flutter.
Of their wings,
as they dance upon the air,
Each movement a silent ode.
To the beauty of the morning.