by Rhianna, Age 15 , Grade 9
She was forest green
Like black coffee in the morning
And the crunch of gravel under your feet
She was the feeling of being cosmogyral
And alone in
The Universe
When you lay on the ground in fall
And feeling the crunch of warm Autumn under your skin
She was the way ukulele sounds
Playing a tune you haven’t heard
In a millenia
Or the color yellow on a warm Summer day
She’s the flowers in your hair and
The freckles on your skin
She was the
Universe and
All you could ever want
In warm eyes
And cold hands.