The butterfly flutters, distracting from its inherent beauty. Skittering across sightlines in sincere purity; flight pattern may be viewed as erratic, yet the precision with which it lands, a delicate triumph for the eyes. Anyone keen enough quickly discerns the perfect skill, the amazing grace, the pristine purpose.
As if placed by an Angel. The butterfly stretches its wings to catch the rays of God, whose artistry is now on full display. Quietly taking on what's necessary, seemingly eating the colors from the flowers; just enough to ignite the imagination, while watching again, as God takes flight.