Moths, oh moths, fluttering by In the darkness of the night sky Drawn to the light, they dance and sway In a mesmerizing display

Their wings, a delicate work of art Soft and fuzzy, yet strong in heart They come in all shapes and sizes With patterns that mesmerizes

Some are plain, others are bright But all are creatures of the night Guided by the moon and stars They fly without any bars

Moths, oh moths, so misunderstood Often seen as pests, not good But they have a purpose, you see To pollinate and spread beauty

So next time you see a moth Don’t swat it away in wrath Take a moment to appreciate This creature that’s truly great.