Rhopalocera

She is the manifestation of grace. She goes where the wind takes her, a colorful mass of elegance fluttering where she pleases. Quick and delicate as glass, she is swept away in the breeze. How is it that such a minor detail, a mere spot in the fabric of the universe, is so significant? Undoubtedly, she is a distinguishing feature in any scenery she so happens to pass by. Her beauty is much larger than her physical size. The very presence of her bleeds an air of untouched wonder. Much like that of a crisp patch of snow. Untouched and unharmed by human action. She is a fresh sight, birthed by mother nature herself. She is beautiful yet she will not live forever. She will die one day like everything else in the world. However, even though she is not everlasting, in place of her ruins shall sprout a new embodiment of her and all that she symbolized. Her beauty lives on eternally in different forms, a concealed beacon of hope amidst a constant state of chaos, hatred, and destruction. She shines through in the form of light and hope and beauty and she becomes something worth fighting for. She lives on.