She stands in the gentle wind,

as a little bird sits in a tree.

It says, "come closer," and whispers,

"You were born to fly just like me."

Now she is staring to find,

life is like a seed.

How others might percieve you,

might not be the same as how you turn out to be

She's not the same girl,

as she once was.

She used to play in the rain,

now dancing in the sun.

Like mysterious colors of a Hibiscus,

she changes with the sun.

A new perception of herself,

and it has only just begun.

Only now are the people

finally beginning to see,

seasons change,

and so does she.