She arose from her slumber
Bright as the sparkle of gold
Artists eager to capture the divinity in mortal colors
Passionate lover aspiring to touch and feel the warmth of her stature
Blissfully aware of all the adulation
She shined brighter through the way
Gleaming and beaming with the superior sense of beauty
And then when she soared higher with all praise
She saw the tiny freckles
Beautiful but freckles
She drooped down a little to see
She saw the beauty in freckles was the smile in an innocent tear
She saw the beauty was a speck of yellow in the refreshing green grass
She realized that beauty was the hint of sorrow in the abundance of happiness
She then felt a golden tear trickle down her bright yellow
She then felt herself glow with beauty
And she then turned to humble orange from the confident yellow
Watching her whole day the artist then said
"No wonder sunsets are more beautiful than sunrises !"