Some days she was like fire.
Bold, unapologetic, filled with passion that could scorch you.
Some days she was like a soft rain.
Quiet, unassuming, ever observant of those around her.
Some days she was like the wind.
Free spirited, wild, you’d feel her but couldn’t grasp her.
Some days she was like a garden.
Gentle, fragrant, and so beautiful you wanted to keep her for yourself.
Always she was like the ocean.
Vast, deep, never ending. Those who couldn’t swim, quickly left her depths to play in the shallows as they were overwhelmed by all that she was.
She was fire, soft rain, wind, a garden and the ocean. She was magnificent and her beauty to grand for words to ever describe.
You’d find yourself hating her even as you loved her and wanted it to never end. She was more then you ever imagined. She is life.