Where they are flowers, you’ll see her.
Bright colors, soft petals, fragrant and sweet, she floats among them and samples them all.
The morning grass is damp and clean-smelling under her feet. Her wings carry her in twists and turns from bush to bush and flower bed to flower bed, delighting in each new bloom.
Sometimes she hides under them, peering out with a secret smile, as if she’s playing a trick on everyone. She might be.
The world is a beautiful, magical place, with her in it.