You are constantly changing.

At times you're green,

Other times you're yellow.

And at sometime you're naked,

except you're covered in white.

You stand your ground.

When that cold forceful wind comes in,

you obey to its direction.

When those clouds roll in,

you're consumed by shadows.

When it rains,

you're covered in tears.

Why haven't you been turned to a puppet yet?

Oppressed.

Yielding.

Nothing.

Destined to become whatever they want you to be…?

Because there's others,

in your same position.

They're with you.

Breathe with you.

Live with you.

You continue to grow.

And so do they.

You're still standing.

And when your time of sorrow has ended.

The sun bursts through the clouds.
Illuminating you in warmth.

Embracing you,

Its been waiting behind those clouds.

For you.

Why does it continue to wait behind those clouds?

Because you're beautiful.

You're were and will always be,

Beautiful.