As the morning dew fades
With the days first light
Like a feather on the wind
Butterflies take flight
The petals of a rose
With the warmth of its touch
Give off a sweet fragrance
We all love so much
A small drop of dew
Slips slowly away
As the wings of the butterflies
Start to dance in the day
One flutters north
Another flutters south
When they meet at the rose
In the shade of a cloud
With only the rose
In each others sight
They gently lift upwards
Then gaze eye to eye
Standing time still
Precious moments so few
They continue their dance
With the fall of the dew
They feel their first touch
By the tips of their wings
Just as the birds
All start to sing
They flip and they twirl
Gently glide through the air
Both shadows as one
The cloud no longer there
The petals of the rose
Open slightly to the sun
They softly glide off with the wind
Their dance of life has begun
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