This beautiful winged life                                                                     If you wander in proximity to                                                
  Seemingly small and so fragile                                               her she might flutter her wings to
      as if one stroke would shatter her                                fly away because she does not ever 
          but she is strong and her body is a                    want to be enveloped by the hands
             shard of stained glass with each                        of greed and hurt by palms and       
                 hue chosen carefully by the painter        the fingers of destruction but still
                   who spent hours pondering what           she floats upon the endless
                      colors the creature wears best           dreams she has mustered 
                                     Sipping the nectar that        Such a wondrous being
                              twists around her proboscis       living in a world that is so
                            Living off the taste of crushed     colossal in comparison to
                          milkweed and finding a blossom     her tiny body yet she still is
                         to rest on for a little unless the             mightier than most I know
                        wind whistles a little louder and           Sitting on the new bloom is
                       her delicate figure is pinched                   her favorite activity and she
                       but she remains full of this                         is there in complete peace 
                       natural energy that only                                with herself and her mind
                        she possesses                                                             she’s confident