She was the sun during a torrential rain,

A breathing contradiction.

Switching seasons by the hour,

Diagnosed with an uncontrollable affliction.

She was a full moon,

Caressing your eyes during a calm afternoon.

Streaks of gold and grey wisping elegantly,

Dancing in the wind only to fall in tune.

She was a crisp autumn leaf,

Changing her hue.

Daring the arrogant trees,

To shed their skin and start anew.

She was white pearls melting in the sky,

A hand painted fanfare.

Four seasons in a day,

Born to walk this pathway.