When they see fire, they see darkness, destruction, danger,

but when she looks upon tendrils of flickering life,

she envisions vitality, fortitude, resilience.

Her aspirations drift higher than the wisps of coal-black smoke.

She can perceive the colossal blaze within others,

For it is reflected within their eyes.

When they see earth, they rejoice in slashed trees, poisoned dirt,

immeasurable waste,

but when she catches a glimpse of lush greenery entangled with fair blossoms,

she can feel her Mother stretch her arms and make mountains rumble,

and with every laugh create thundering squalls.

She feels her wisdom take root on top of her intuitions.

When they see air, they notice the biting cold, brewing cyclone, and the stealer of kites;

when she glances upon a timely gust,

she observes the slight breeze that pushes back stubborn tresses to reveal a small smile,

the forceful gale that allows alders to dance elegantly without fear,

that gives flight to her dreams so that it may soar for a long way.

In a monochrome world,

She is The One to see countless colors.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All resemblance to actual people, places, incidents, or things is completely coincidental.