She smiles up;
At the wispy winds
The cleaver sky
And the beautiful daylight.
But when she sees those colors
Of ox blood, flaxen, and marigolds
She cant help but break into a broad grin
Points, marvels, and picks
But shudders when the chaotic winds,
The toxic sky,
And that cryptic night
Arrives.
She slowly walks away
Eyes stained,
Expressionless.