Monarch Butterfly Poem Part 2

In the quiet breath of dawn,
Wings unfold, written in fire and shadow,
Tracing lines between the seen and the unseen,
Where time whispers in colors we almost remember.
Each beat-a memory, each flight-a verse,
Carrying the fragile echo of transformation,
From dust to dream, from root to sky,
A poem written not in words, but in motion.
Follow the Monarch,
And you may find yourself unfolding too.
Composition by Sérgio Barbosa