And although she is amongst all the different flowers, she stands the tallest, the most unique.

She sways in the wind to the brink of wrongdoing, but only cascades her tip in it, leaving enough of herseld for redemption, for salvation in her own mind.

In the sunlight her glory is shown, bright.

Reflecting off her shining dark skin, light hitting only the neck where her body then slims into a slender

stem.

The top of her blossoms, but not in regard to the sun, in fact it is out of her own yearning. She cares little for the hither and thither of the rays, which sometimes leaves her in the darkness.

The top of her is lined with the light. The same light that shines brightly around her for her spectators shows her faulters, her wrinkles and wilts.

Her imperfection is shown in the light while her slender body remains in the darkness.

Regardless, she stands tall, taller than the other that recieve glimmering full beams of the sun.

Regardless,she is her.