Her lavender skin melted into the sway of the trees.
Seeds scattered,
Trickling behind her every
Grass imprint.
Her soul knows peace.
Her happiness brings rays of golden glow,
Joy thrums through
Giggles and whispers 
Her fury burns a hole in the ozone.
Her purple lava drips down road ways,
Melting tires to a gridlock.
The lavender sadness
Consumes all things.
A thunderous rainstorm
Swallowing the town whole.
When her lip quivers
Buildings rattle,
Barely holding their legs straight.

No matter where the lavender skinned girl goes
The weather bends its knee to the tap of her sting,             Rain nor shine,
her seeds are planted to grow.

And
Someday, another lavender skinned human will know,
The weather always changes,
And it’s best to embrace the power of the waves flowing through them.