I am the daughter of the sun

My brillilance shines so brightly

Later to be covered up by the gray

That darkens the world around it

An eagle soaring high

Not high enough to escape the troubles

The color brown would blend into a crowd

If it was not for my voice sreaming so loud

I am the taste of revenge

Only known as bitter sweet

The smell of pine trees

Standing tall in the forest

The texture of sand

Every grain is rough

And hard to get through

But can be melted smooth and translucent

I am ...

Me

a.p.xxx