In fields of gold, where wildflowers play,
A tiny gem, the light of day,
I wander through the meadow's green,
Where butterflies glide, soft and serene.
With wings like jewels, they drift and soar,
A wonder of colors, evermore.
They dance with sunbeams, dip and sway,
In warm, bright air they float away.
Oh, I could watch them all day long,
These fragile wings, a whispered song.
Among the grasses, wild and free,
They teach of beauty's mystery.
My mother calls, her voice so clear,
I race to her arms, so warm and near,
And feel my father's strong embrace,
In this safe world, my hiding place.
In meadows green, my heart takes flight,
With butterflies in morning light.
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