Away she goes, in flight.

To fly was almost a dream to thee, in survival
granted wing's
Not to become a birds dinner, amongst the likes of other things,
An ugly grub like creature
Transformed with graceful lair , not restricted to branched out trees, or shrubbery
Takes to air......

How the pretty features
Remain a gift from 
darkness to light,

The tiny trickery of such a muse, away she
goes in flight.