In the realm of dancing sunlight beams,
Where the meadow meets the sky,
The monarch, in its golden dreams,
Flits and floats and flutters by.
With wings kissed by tangerine hues,
Veined in rivers of obsidian thread,
Its majesty none could refuse,
A floating tapestry widespread.
In migration’s mighty quest,
Thousands journey to the sun,
From the north, south, east, and west,
A symphony, perfectly spun.
Its metamorphosis, a tale so old,
From humble caterpillar, green and stout,
In chrysalis, secrets begin to unfold,
Till a monarch, in glory, comes out.
In gardens, where children play and laugh,
Their delicate wings ignite youthful awe,
Tracing paths on nature's behalf,
An embodiment of nature's law.
The whisper of its fleeting flight,
Echoes life's transient song,
Yet in its short span shines so bright,
Teaching us to be strong.
Hail to thee, Monarch of the day,
Symbol of endurance, grace, and might,
In your beauty, you lead the way,
Guiding us from dawn to twilight.
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