Sparkling eyes
Hat askew
Hair unruly
Nails short and painted
Large glasses
Legs long
Skin like peaches
Pencil in hand
She paints a world from her mind
Words spelled wrong
Her writing is perfect
Creativity is her name
She loves the rain
She loves acceptance
She loves fiction
She hates hate
She loves life
She is the lightning;
That crackle of energy
That bright light
Bringing the beat of thunder
She may not see it but
Creativity is ever so beautiful