The Pyle Inside

She breathed in the summer sunshine,

And absorbed the crisp fall breeze.

She let the spring rest on her tongue

And the winter air put her at ease.

She knew the world through a kaleidoscope;

She blew the flowers,

And smelled the leaves,

And yet her beauty was in the beauty

that such a strange perspective could be seen.

And yet,

Wrong

They told her.

You breathe in the breeze, you soak in the sunshine, spring air should put you at ease! A snowflake

should rest on your tongue, you should smell flowers and blow leaves.

And in her attempt to be right,

That beauty all but ceased.