Ink Stained

Amidst petals and blooms, two siblings play, A butterfly, with wings that catch the light, A nightingale, with songs that fill the day, Both dancing in the garden, a sight so bright. The butterfly boasts, "Look at me, So pretty, wild and free, I fly so high and see the world with glee, My beauty, everyone falls in love to see." The nightingale replies, "But what of me, Without my songs, what would you be? My tunes bring life to every petal and tree, Without my music, the garden is just a lifeless sea." The butterfly retorts, "But without me, Your songs would not have a home to be, My flowers, they are the canvas to your tune, Together we make magic under the moon." The nightingale says, "Your flowers may be lovely, But my music lingers on like a serenade, My songs bring life to every petal and tree, Without me, your beauty would just quickly fade." The siblings, both right, yet both wrong, Realize they were vital parts of the same song, Together,