She

If she could, she would adorn every strand of her hair with wildflowers,

Freshly plucked at the very first hour of sunrise..

Flowers of different colors: red, white, peach, yellow and violet.

Flowers that smell of the woods, and are chastened with dew drops..

She would wear them all day long, soaking in the rainbows and storms.

To the far end of the west, she'd walk along the lovelorn Sun.

Off to the Sunset,

She set foot on the plains 

Of childhood,

Naked and undisguised.

As a bud blooming

To life..

  

 Time elapsed.

To her demise.

Petals of innocence

Wilted and greyed.

Nails yellowed..

Lips burnt..

Eyes darkened..

Yet through the smoke coiling,

I saw her smile 

Like a Calla lily.