She feels the soft brush of the wind
Her hair spirals in a vibrant flash of auburn
A pool of colors envelop her
Seething scarlet, chocolate brown, gentle apricot, pleasing canary yellow
Beauty is at the finest
Yet she is not satisfied.
The falling leaves around her
Falling in waves of enchanting hues
Do not appeal to her.
Nor does the scrumptious pumpkin pie
Nor does the tender weather.
She does not find peace in the time of Fall.
She feels the stinging cold
The glow of her eyes caress the fluttering snow
A gentle blanket stretches as far as she could see
Its color is pure, innocence, perfection
Beauty is at the finest
Yet she is not satisfied.
The blanket was neither warm nor cold
But rather, does not appeal to her.
Nor do the snowflakes, a gift from Heaven
Nor does the beauty of the frosted woods
Nor do the shimmering lights that they wore.
She does not find peace in the time of Winter.
She feels the burst of life
The emotions within her are as colorful and powerful as the world around
Soft petals and the pattering of rain call out to her
The petals, which are painted with an unimaginable amount of variety
Beauty is at the finest
Yet she is not satisfied.
The blooms are not alluring enough to spark her want to see them
Touch them.
Nor does the glistening rain
Nor do the laughing clouds.
Nor does the deep greenery.
She does not find peace in the time of Spring.
She feels the embrace of the Sun
Her skin dances with the colors of the Sun
Fun in the Sun calls from the oceanside
The calling from those she loves.
Beauty is at the finest
Yet she is not satisfied.
Her loved ones do not call loud enough
Nor does the roar of the tides
Nor does the melody of the ice cream truck
Nor does the endless fun.
She does not find peace in the time of Summer.
Or does she?
Yes, she does.
Her world explodes.
The horizon is marked in streaks of red
The sky darkens to a brilliant galaxy of violet and black.
The dark sunset sky is lit with a blast of light, color.
And then another.
The loud sounds of the lit fireworks comforts her.
She gazes upwards, watching the dance of the stars and flame.
The colors tangle and mix, more colors than she could name.
She desires to become a part of it
To become one with the beauty in the sky.
She found peace in the time of the Summer Nights.