A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies

The world was once too bright for me. My eyes would refrain from the colors and the light. So I took a paintbrush, and painted down the wings, of a creature so beautiful it was only in my dreams. I made enough to dim the world outside of my mind. My head was now just spinning like a kaleidoscope, of the creatures I’ve only dreamed, and I decided to name them butterflies They fly with hope, they fly care, like a star in the darkest part of midnight, and they left a trail color, too beautiful and bright.