I hear the finely powdered wings
Of a beautiful white butterfly
Make gentle sounds as they beat,
Softer than a Bride’s sigh.
Like pretty summer snowflakes
Dancing upon a warm breeze
They make my frown turn to a smile,
This sight puts my heart at ease.

I watch a solitary, creamy-white cloud
Drift aimlessly, effortlessly by,
Like a yacht, gently sailing
On a turquoise, ocean-like sky.
My cares float along with that cloud
If only for half-an-hour;
Peacefulness envelopes me as
I experience its calming power.

Enthralled I am, by these two delights,
Though simple to others they seem,
I cannot ignore such soothing sights
But, is it reality, or is it a dream?
So, hopefully, they will return
To continue their pleasing therapy.
Summer needn’t be all bright colours,
Just summer’s white pleases me!