She’s a radiating star of energy,
Sometimes she burns pink,
Sometimes a crimson purple,
Sometimes she holds her flames in real close,
Real tight,
And burns hot,
Keeping her flames to herself,
Sometimes I can’t tell what’s more her natural state,
That fiery hot ball of flame,
Or that warm radiating star,
It scares me,
I take it personally,
But I remind myself,
That this star does not exist for me,
That it is what it is and does what it does,
And I’m lucky to witness such a beautiful thing,
With the few years that I may lay my eyes on any kind of beauty