When she was born,
the sky agreed with her eyes
And changed it's shade of blue.
Beneath the earth
gems heard her cries
And took on this tactic too.

Dug out

Cut out

Polished and cleaned

Rubies reflect her brilliant blush
Upon the crowns of kings and queens.

And who ever called it condensation,
Set this notion to retire;
For when she walks upon the earth
it proceeds to perspire.

All enchantment
All delight
All beauty
All splendor
All field of sight

Are echoes of her reflection I see,
That paints the world surrounding me;
With colors comprised
of her soul's winter white light.
And scattered by her summer frame.
She is the prism
that divides into color the white
And there is from where
all painter's paints came.

Like antics of actors
And play of performers
She simmers the spur
that gives rise to reformers.

Resolving the nature
Of earth, moon and sun.
She
is from where
All colors do come.