Violet, Indigo, Blue.
And she comes whistling in,
Wind in her hair,
Water in her eyes.
Yet composed, yet collected.

Green, Yellow, Orange.
And she is igniting a spark,
Breathing heavily,
Dancing steadily,
Yet determined, yet obstinate.

Red.
And she is now ablaze,
Waltzing with flames,
Skipping stones and names.
Yet pleasant and thus, complete.