Butterfly

A butterfly came into my room,

And the fran walls began to bloom.

It lent colors from its wings,

Even to my most mundane things.

I felt rainbows sprouting all around,

And also heard a strange and faint sound.

Was it the whisper of that butterfly,

Conveying in the sky.

It flew away to become a dot of bliss,

Yet l felt it's a miss.

It has gone but I still hear,

Its mysterious songs in my ears.