A wind full of hair.

A poem about a womens hair.

Her hair is like the color of a summer breeze.
Mixed with a dash of summer trees.

With a Radiance as bright as the midday sun.
Never to dim like the setting sun.

Oh how she does it I do not know.
Only to find out her hair is brighter then gold.

Now she is gone like a withered tree.
But still Her hair remains like a summer dream.