You are made of poems.
Utterly somber,
yet beautifully written,
plunging into the abyss
of a lost soul.

You are a symphony of sounds.
Starkly melancholic,
yet a soothing lullaby.

You are bursting with flowers.
Seemingly ordinary,
yet wonderfully blossoming,
oozing with sunshines,
rainbows, and butterflies.