she is beautiful as the sun sets...

she is beautiful as the sun sets.
her hair reflects the color of the sky as it shines like silk.
you would never know what color it is as it blends like a chameleon,
but whatever color it is,
it must be as ethereal as nature.
She is truly ethereal.
She cries tears as genuine as those of the rain.
And when they go away and her eyes glimmer, double rainbows come out from nowhere.
she is not dark, nor mysterious.  although the latter sometimes defines her,
as she can be unpredictable like nature itself.
She melds with stormy nights.
Her angst agrees with the lightning and the mere brooding body language towards everyone
only strengthens the boom of the thunder.
However, whatever seasons may pass, she remains the same.
She loves winter, favors the beauty of fall, the energy of spring, even the sweltering summer.
And her true colors come out in the night.
Why?  you wonder.
Night has no color.  It does not discriminate.
And she loves that quality.  She is beautiful as the sun sets.  Because the truth of life is just around the corner.