In lands where verdant forests sway,
Where nature weaves its vibrant play,
A fluttering dream, a sight so rare,
The Blue Morpho’s wings take to the air.

With azure hues, like sapphire skies,
These winged wonders mesmerize,
Their beauty dances on the breeze,
A symphony of blue that softly appease.

Upon the dawn, they come alive,
Emerging from cocoons, where they reside,
A metamorphosis, a magical sight,
Transforming darkness into radiant light.

Their delicate wings, a masterpiece,
Painted by nature, an artist’s release,
Whispering secrets of the forest’s embrace,
As they glide with elegance, an ethereal grace.

The sunlight’s touch, a shimmering gleam,
Reflects upon their wings, like a sunlit stream,
Translucent marvels, a glimpse of the divine,
As they navigate through forests, a sacred shrine.

In whispered whispers, legends unfold,
Of ancient tales and stories untold,
Guardians of the land, spirits so true,
In every flutter, a blessing imbued.

But fleeting is their dance upon the air,
For these enchanted creatures, life is rare,
Yet in their fleeting beauty, we find,
A reminder to cherish, love, and bind.

Oh, Blue Morpho, celestial blue,
In your presence, dreams come true,
A symbol of hope, a gentle guide,
Through life’s journey, by your side.

So let us cherish, with hearts aglow,
The Blue Morpho, a wonder to behold,
For in their wings, a tale takes flight,
Of nature’s miracles, painted in blue light.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