She wore her scars the way the night wore stars Her boisterous presence cheerfully lifted the gloom the way the sun gleefully sets for the moon She oozed of confidence like a bursting cloud just as refreshing as a misty rainfall With a heart as delicate as a dandelion she harboured love as deep as a canyon Her glance could trap you like the mystique of a black hole travelling timelessly like a wondering, lost soul The coldness of Winter never bothered her at all as she gracefully transitioned through the Fall She carried the warmth of Summer and the freshness of Spring She was ready for whatever life would bring! -Vinosha Singh