She

She was a flower that bloomed every night

Never failing to enrapture it's viewer

A rainbow that held so many colors

That if one would look at it, forever he would remain, staring at it's wonders

She could be as gentle as the south wind

And as fiercesome as a bear in the winter

A sparrow that had a broken wing

But keeping her course true and true indeed

She was more beautiful than all the wonders of the world

More mysterious than the deepest trench

A liquid that could quench any thirst

Or mould the hottest of iron

She was a child meant to be free

To run with whom she pleased