The Butterfly Ball

Narrator: As night turns to dimness and draws back its curtain, stars, those bright sequins, now all disappear. As dimness grows radient, dawn makes it certain, that butterfly weather, quite perfect, is here! Thundery cumulus masses are drifting very far off. Overhead, very high, cirrus clouds spread their pink feathers, then lifting, dissolve and are lost in the turquiose blue sky. Up comes the sun, and the very long shadows grow shorter. His light is like amber, the glow where grey mists have melted away from the meadows, starts dew drops all sparking like jewels below.