A moth flutters by, so delicate and light Its wings a blur, a dance in the night Drawn to the flame, it circles and dips A mesmerizing sight, as it flits and skips

Its body a wonder, covered in soft fur A creature of the night, so gentle and pure Its eyes like jewels, reflecting the light A creature of beauty, a wondrous sight

The moth is a symbol, of hope and change A creature of transformation, so strange From a tiny egg, it emerges to fly A symbol of rebirth, soaring up high

The moth is a creature, of the moon and stars A creature of mystery, that leaves no scars It flutters and dances, in the pale moonlight A creature of magic, that enchants the night

The moth is a creature, of the silent night A creature of peace, that brings delight It flutters and dances, in the cool night air A creature of wonder, beyond compare

The moth is a creature, of the summer breeze A creature of freedom, that brings ease It flutters and dances, in the warm sunlight A creature of joy, that brings delight

The moth is a creature, of the autumn leaves A creature of change, that never grieves It flutters and dances, in the crisp fall air A creature of beauty, beyond compare

The moth is a creature, of the winter snow A creature of stillness, that brings a glow It flutters and dances, in the cold night air A creature of wonder, beyond compare

The moth is a creature, of the earth and sky A creature of wonder, that never dies It flutters and dances, in the light of day A creature of beauty, that never fades away.