The Girl

When she steps into the sunlight her luscious brown hair turned into the color of fall leaves, the bright red, popping orange, and some yellow mixed in like gold that appears as she walks by

When she stares off into the distance her dark brown eyes convert to light brown. She hates her freckles but they seem to me like precious little kisses from angels blessing her beauty.

Her smile my oh my, what an amazing smile she has. Her teeth perfectly straight and shine brighter than the sun.

She sits by a pond and stares into her reflection, the water glistened against her skin. I watch her admiring herself wondering what her thoughts are. What could she possibly be thinking in the moment as she plays with her hair and smiles wide, but slowly her smile fades away as a cloud covers the sun, her hair turns into a dull brown, her eyes seem blacked out filled with hate. Showing no emotion what so ever. The colors that were in her were drained out of her.

She gets up, runs across the field and falls to the ground crying, slowly lifting her head up that is filled with hate and ridiculous thoughts.

The sun becomes unveiled by the cloud that once covered the bright star and the rays fell upon her.

Her face became red as a cherry due to her breakdown, it turned back into the color of snow. Her freckles returned to her face but popped out more visible than usual. The eyes were a beautiful dark brown. Her smile filled with joy and true happiness. Then her hair filled itself with color again.

It was an amazing sight watching her, gathering herself up and realize the true beauty of herself. It brought my heart warmth like watching the sunset with peace.

Every day I tell her she is beautiful, she quickly hides her embarrassment from me. I always assure her that even she knows that she is beautiful on the outside and inside. That she is a gift from God. If she ever feels alone or self-conscious-- she isn't alone.