She wore weeds in her hair but I know flowers blossom in her heart, A designer of a season catastrophe always waiting for the weather to start.    

She walks like rain and smiles like summer, purity and tragedy desperate to be discovered.    
                                                              
A face as captivating as a crescent moon half foolishly covered by the dark, she has a universe of breezy thoughts compressed into the seeds of her heart.

As the snow descends like the rain and rouged leaves once did, this young girl forgets herself and springs sweet innocence is hid.

A soul so full of kindness one who dreams without a reason, well it turns out this youthful girl was destroyed by the seasons.