She peaks like swell in the ocean and crashes into the sand dunes.

She soars with the pelicans and falls with rain.

She is the orange sunset glimmering across the river, only to disappear over the west when looked upon.

She is nimble as the hummingbird. She kisses the flower, then flits away when neared.

This is the Cycle of Her.

She is a force of nature. An inferno of willpower. A hurricane ripping across the palms.  

She is the fragile rose. An adoring lover. A bittersweet melody.

She is a beauty of pain. A sweet terror. The adorable shard.