Summer's White

I hear the finely powdered wings Of a beautiful, white butterfly Make gentle sounds as they beat, Soft, as a bride's contented sigh. Like a pretty, summer snowflake Dancing upon a breeze It makes my frown turn to a smile, This sight puts my heart at ease. I watch a solitary, creamy-white cloud Drift aimlessly, lazily by Like a tiny boat, slowly sailing On a ocean- like turquoise sky. My cares float along with that cloud- If only for half-an-hour; Peacefulness envelopes me as I experience its calming power. Enthralled am I by these two delights Though simple to others they seem, Yet, I cannot ignore such soothing sights That make reality of many a dream. Do, hopefully, they will return To continue their pleasing therapy - Summer needn't be all bright colours, Just summers white will satisfy me!