She flutters through the field
Glistening in the sunlight
Floating as if unaffected by gravity from one flower to the next
Seemingly without purpose

Do you know the sorrow of a star that cannot return to the heavens?
Perhaps such a beautiful creature as said to be hand-painted by God yearns to return to the place where she can live forever

Though you may view the ephemeral form and think it beautiful
The true form lives within - only seeping through in those moments when no one is paying attention