In this garden, Rainbow danced through the air, her wings a bright blend of yellow and blue. Yet, as she admired her surroundings, she couldn't help but wish for more colors on her wings.
Rainbow often watched the other butterflies, each adorned with vibrant hues of red, purple, and green. A sigh escaped her as she whispered to herself, "I wish my wings were as colorful as theirs."
One sunny day, Rainbow sat with her head bowed, feeling the weight of her wish heavy on her wings. Suddenly, a gentle voice broke through her reverie, "Why are you so sad, little butterfly?"
Rainbow glanced up to see a glowing rainbow smiling down at her. "I wish I had all your pretty colors," she sighed. "I only have yellow and blue."
The rainbow chuckled softly. "Oh, sweet butterfly, let me show you something magical!" With that, Rainbow followed the radiant arc, her heart lifting as they flew over fields and rivers, each color telling its own story.
"See?" the rainbow said as they returned. "Every color is special all by itself!" Rainbow looked at her wings, now seeing their unique beauty. "You are beautiful just the way you are."
Rainbow's heart swelled with happiness. She twirled and soared above the flowers, feeling proud of her bright wings. From that day on, she fluttered with joy, knowing she was special just as she was.
