Flight of the her

Fly by with the pink bird
I saw her fly by...
The blue sky and the dark clouds.
I saw her fly away.
A ribbon and a bow
A sword and a hat
The flowing streams of air,
They caught her still.
How she found her path was not to be known.
Something had to be done.
For that is the reason she existed.
Or so she believed.
But what is the difference between the 2 thoughts?
I knew not.
Nor did she.
The flowers gazed at her as she showed off her bright colours.
There she flew.
There she smiled.
I can still hear the giggle.
Bright bows and colourful expressions.
She flew into the sky.
Only to know ...
That she belonged down below