You were the early sun,

You rose with passion and profound confidence; you had just begun.

You were the afternoon breeze,

You were and welcoming, like fingers through hair; you made everyone feel at ease.

You were the hurricane's rain,

You spat on the ground and listened to no one; the middle calm but with vain.

You were the tornado's thunder,

You were bold and illuminated everything around you; you lingered with a gaze of wonder.

You were the sunset's close,

You folded neatly into place; the last fallen petal on a rose.

You were the midnight's dance,

You were quiet but alluring; you swallowed minds with one glance.

You were the moon's smile,

You helped people move on, but you were stuck in denial.