She wears the most alive colors,
she smiles the happiest,
she moves the freest.

But deep inside,
as cliché as it is,
her soul just a plain color,
her tears painting the most beautiful and horrid poetry,
she moves the deadliest.
She is nothing but the clandestine of freedom,
the unrecognized treasure of the world,
the one keeping your heart warm,
but theirs deadly cold and hard.

But guess what?
They are the strongest,
bravest and kindest.

The power of the eruption of the volcanoes,
the delicate dance of the hurricanes,
the unstoppable emotions of landslides,
the fear behind earthquakes,
and the sweet booming sound of thunderstorms.

She is the rule, she is the rebel.