Not Just a Girl.

You think of the color pink:

Bows, hearts, a valentine.

A stereotype, no doubt.

A dress on a doll meant for a child.

A gaudy, oversized, shiny balloon tied to a table because

“It’s a girl!”

You think of pink and you think of a flower.

A flower with delicate petals fragile enough to be ripped apart by the wind.

You see a delicacy having been defined by a stigma;

By a color

By pink.

No

I see vibrance.

A sort of power, maybe.

I think of the color the sun pours onto the earth at 8 o’clock in the evening during mid April.

I see the way it casts itself boldly on to the side of the old barn next to my home and the windmills that stand next to it.

Highlighted by the most magnificent color;

The color pink.

The green grass sparkles with its new joy.

The leaves on the trees thrive in the warmth of the color so gracefully given.

Brilliance.

Powerful enough to calm your heart

Soft enough to calm your mind.

The world becomes a painting.

Time stands still with the beauty that not even magic can take credit for.

This is it.

This is her.

Nature in all of her glory forcing her way into your reality..

Even if only for a minute

The most beautiful color you will ever see.

Pink.