When she talks about the earth and nature her eyes light up in a way that mine do every time I look into hers. She thinks she is lucky to be on this earth, but she never stops to realize this earth is even more lucky for having her. How when the sun gets tired of shining, she beams enough for the both of them. How when the sky is too dark to show the beauty of nature and the greens around us, her sea foam eyes can carry us through. How when the streams run dry and the sound of the water is no longer soothing, her voice will be comfort enough. How when the beauty of the stars in the sky vanish for the mornings awakening, her beauty will remain constant. She claims she is the lucky one and every fiber of my being is biting my tongue while I hold back the words "You have it all wrong, you're more breathtaking than any plant or flower could ever be."