Moths, oh moths, fluttering by, In the darkness of the night sky, Drawn to the light, they come and go, A dance of beauty, to and fro.

Their wings, a canvas of art, Patterns and colors, a work of heart, Silent and gentle, they fly with grace, A symbol of nature’s perfect embrace.

Some are small, some are large, But all are creatures to be in charge, Of the night, they rule supreme, A sight to behold, a wondrous dream.

Their life cycle, a tale to tell, From egg to caterpillar, to cocoon, to swell, A metamorphosis, a transformation, A journey of growth, a celebration.

Moths, oh moths, a wonder to see, A reminder of nature’s diversity, A symbol of hope, of change, of light, A creature of the night, a beautiful sight.