Rainbow Field

I dragged the brush of blue from the top left side of the canvous, to the right.  I was on my porch with my canvous in front of me, With my ever longing distant yard behind it. It was a perfect picture.  The only sounds were of my brush, and the quietly howling wind. 

As i moved onto green for grass, something touched my shoulder. I turned my head to see.  It was a beautiful gold-blue butterfly.  It was an amazing creature that I've never seen before.  The butterfly  seemed to say something before it left me and flew across my yard.  I decided it was probably nothing.  I turned back to my picture to draw the butterfly.  

I felt something tap my shoulder again, i turned to see it.  It was the same butterfly.  The butterfly made a noise again.  I sounded like an echoing female  voice.  I could tell because it was louder this time.  The butterfly flew off again across my yard, stopped as if it was expecting me to fallow. I put down my brush and  took off my glasses and rubbed the dust off.  The butterfly was possibly just flying around..Not waiting.  But as soon as I put them back on to look, the butterfly was in fact, waiting for me.  I slowly walked off my porch in disbelief.  I started to hear the human like voice as I  walked toward the butterfly.  I started to hear words.  I think they said "Fallow me, Wells."

I stopped for a second, I was almost to the butterfly.  My mind was wondering around wether or not I should come closser.  It knew my name and telling me to fallow, yet it's just a bug, it can't speak.  I decided to fallow the flying beauty.  The butterfly started to fly away.  I started to run off after it.

In the distance I heard multiple voices.  Both of female and male, and of different pitches.  Soon as I was walking along  with the gold-blue butterfly, more beautifuly colored butterfly was fallowing us.  I smiled and closed my eyes with the sun in my eyes and my arms out.

I woke up in my bed dazzaly.  I sat up and starred at my wall of paintings in front of me.  My prized one was  in the middle.  It was a painting of a blue sunny sky, with green grass.  Walking on that grass, was me fallowing a gold-blue butterfly, and a trail of multiple color wings of bugs flying behind me.  I smiled greatly, I called my painting "Rainbow field".