Dream of broken butterfly

In slumber's realm, a vision unfolds A butterfly, once whole, now grows old Its wings, a canvas of shattered dreams Tattered, torn, and crumpled, it seems It tries to fly, but fragments fall Like autumn leaves, its beauty loses all The wind whispers secrets, of what could've been As the butterfly mourns, its wings unseen In this dream, I see a reflection deep Of hopes and fears, that in darkness creep The butterfly's struggle, a metaphor true For the fragility of dreams, and the heart that's bruised anew