Painted Bunting
She is sitting
in a gorgeous
field of wildflowers.
Her hair falls
gently on her
shoulders. Her beauty
comes from within,
and she glows from
the inside, out.
Whoosh.
The wind brushes
Across the flora,
ruffling her dress.
She is free
like a painted bunting.
The colors of the
become her soul.
She shines brightly
like stars in the
sky. She is
beautiful.