Analysis of Emerald Moth

I saw you on the ground.
You were so pretty,
but I frowned.
When I poked you,
You did not move around.
You only sat there.
Frozen on the ground.
You never made a sound.
Or if you ever could
it would be one that
I could have never understood.
For you spoke in tongue
of time stilled awe.
Beauty turned the hourglass still.
Like it often does.
Right before
it falls.