A butterfly settled on the windowpane
a dancer of light and shadow,
a living tale of metamorphosis
in the kingdom of insects.
Its wings, painted with colourful spots,
gazed like great eyes,
playing with bold hues,
filled with sunlight and wind.
Time paused within the frame.
A magical stained glass appeared,
a lyrical poem of love,
scattered notes in the silence.
The butterfly drifted away, silent.
Leaving the glass with rainbow glow,
and a subtle motion, like a storm,
tilted the fragile course of history.