Wings Of Butterflies!

I am not wet with sorrowful clouds, but wet, I am not crinkled with ill thoughts, but crinkled, I am not inflated with illusion, but deflated, Born with no doubts, but desires. Hang upside down to pump the nutrients, As the hermit in the inhospitable forest, Both wings get dried up and the veins are filled, Victorious message of mutant genes prospered. Scales of ultraviolet rays that can be seen by The species that have spectacular eyes, Can camouflage with any number of hues and textures, Warn the predators with beautiful and bright colors. Patterned perfect flaws on the wings, Attract the potent mate to fling, The bitter body of eye catching insects, Deceive everyone who tries to link. The flight of it on the sky, Flutter in rhythm with no shy, Do they warm up their body? Or the display to human eyes?