She opened her eyes.

A breeze was lifting her hair as a bright sunset expanded In the distance. Stars were visible, dotting the sky with their blues and yellows. Swirling among the clouds like paintings from eras past. The grasses shone blue against the bold sky, fighting back at the moon’s beauty, with a piece of its own.

The flowers aided the meadow, popping up in just the right places. Bunches of wildflowers perfect for the picking, and blueberry bushes near the tree in which She sat. The blues complemented each other, and the purples added a hue that none other had seen.

She has skin as dark as the tree where She perched, black curly strands matching the singed leaves that had been so viciously set fire to. Crickets chirped and bats began to speak as the puddles reflected the galaxies vast glory, sending chills down whoever might be lucky enough to stumble into it.

A soft smile formed on her face, and She lifted a weathered hand to the winds. A faint song could be heard, a humming drumming from her throat. It was calm, and She closed her eyes.