She’s blue and white and grey hues her talents are more than you know.
She’s pink and fragile, her need to be held is a reversible coat of strength returned to those that she holds close.
She’s green and curious growth and her perspectives a bouquet of colors, she wears in springtime hot and winters cold.
And in fall the trees and the shedding of leaves and you look into her eyes and any man would wish to know her.