She lets the cool breeze
Liberate her
Her heavy green gives way to
Gleaming gold
This is her grand crescendo
As she acquieces
To Design

In the coming days
She will be stripped
Of all she once held
Heavily

While we wrestle against
Nature and Man
Making choices
And demands
We throw on layer after layer
As the world grows cold
While she stands naked
Brave and bold

Without shame