She is radiant- flinging herself off the heights of her own branches
Rising through herself, in a rush of bright colors
she is…dare I say…emerging
For a time she was hidden in a sheath of green. I saw her growing. I wondered.
Now it is clear there has been a convergence, a melding of selves-
of the Beautiful and the Terrible
of the Ugly and the Lovely
of the Happiness, of the Heartache
I love her.