Dancing in the sky,

The colourful dancers from Rio now up in the sky.

They flutter onto clouds of dreams,

Bumble onto tiny buds of summer,

They humbly taste exotic smells.

Their majestic patterns like tiny drops of art,

Each one painted with great care.

To walk through their kaleidoscope of shapes and colours,

Is a secret pleasure of mine.

As I see them take to the sky,

I know I may never catch their names.

But I will always hear their whispers in the flutters of their wings.