And underneath the harvest moon she hummed the tune of a distant lullaby, reminding her the heart was nothing more than a setting sun preparing for a glowing consummation.

She learned to rejoice in the chaos, for without the darkness she would be blind to the light.

The truth be told, the ones we love are never truly lost, they never leave us. Instead they transform into a quiet breeze, a gentle rain, a setting sun and a waking moon. And if you choose to accept them in their changing forms, they'll forever live amongst the stars.

She was reminiscent of a first autumn leaf, patiently waiting to surrender herself to the cooling earth. For she knew without change growth was impossible, and without transformation she would never reach her intended destination.

Some let life's storms tarnish them, but she was different. Even the most vehement downpour could not break her spirit. She saw it as an opportunity to be cleansed, to rise again glowing radiantly in a tainted world.

The sun will dissipate any trace of her memory, so much so that you'll think you've been healed, but you'll think of her when it rains.