Beneath the stars in a forest fair,
Where moonbeams glimmer and light the air,
A magical place begins to bloom,
The Butterfly Ballroom, under the moon.
Wings of colors, a dazzling sight,
Flutter and twirl in the soft moonlight.
Each one unique, no two the same,
Yet all are welcome to join the game.
Golden Monarchs with wings so grand,
Twirl with Blues by the willow stand.
Even the tiniest, shyest of all,
Finds a partner to dance at the ball.
From every corner of the glade,
Butterflies come, unafraid.
Big and small, bright or pale,
Each has a story, each tells a tale.
Then the music of the night begins,
A tune the crickets and owls spin.
With graceful bows and a fluttered sigh,
They leap to the stars and kiss the sky.
“Be who you are,” the butterflies say,
“Your colors will guide you along the way.
For every wing that takes to flight,
Adds its magic to the night.”
As dawn approaches, they’ll disappear,
Leaving their lesson, ever so clear:
“In life, acceptance makes us whole,
Diversity is the heart and soul.”
So close your eyes and dream with me,
Of a ballroom under a canopy.
Where butterflies teach, under the stars,
That love sees no bounds, no walls, no bars.
