Her skin, a rich tapestry of earthy tone of coffee, or honey, or caramel Or the ancient bark of a wise old tree that turned into an old book with her poetry , Or the dried leaves of autumn, rustling wild and free Lotus shied away seeing her Her skin glows, like sand by the shore Was she the sun during dusk Or the lost and found pirate's treasure ? Ethereal as fire flames And she was from Heaven Like the Sunset orange on ocean tides Her light of kindness was haven Her sweet spirit brings solace and peace Freedom is her heart, love is her release And she was always, an embodiment of life But never dropped her crown Yet, You are blind, my brother, It would be impolite to call her brown.. For beauty is not just a color.