A Bugs Life

I flounder in the air with my heart spread
Fluttering my black and red wings, but am I dead
Passing by the blades of a violet sunset
Swimming ever so gently away from the endangering net
The passing blades wave at me as if to be inviting my feet to land
Their roots held strong and planted in the sand
My feet begin to dangle as if telling me, lets go
Flutter those wings and take it slow
Gently rest onto the blades of grass in order to suck the dew
Taking a sip to quench my thirst of life, watching, as the grass grew