Someone like... everyone

Free as a bird
Wild like a tornado
Fierce as ice
Add to that the stance of a lioness.

Mirthful like yellow
And streaks of passionate red
Flirty as the effervescent Pink
But mature as Black.

But what no one can see
That which she keeps hidden
From the glare of the seemingly ruthless
And the irrevocably shallow
Is the mere fact
That she's plain. Simple.

The warmth in her to comfort the harshest foe
The Pink turning a shade of blue
The classy Black, blending her in
And patches of gray devouring the yellows.

Dual personality disorder - one may laugh off
But there's always more than what meets the eye.
The tip of an iceberg - hiding away the true magnificence
-Is that not how each one of us is? 

Leaves in autumn; rich.
Red, yellow and aging
Beauty personified
Fall.
Clusters of a million flaming reds
Lit like a pyre.
A pretty picture.
A sight to behold
And let it assault
Your senses
Until the snow
Carpets it all.
To create a new reality
Of a transition.
Absorbing the blazing hues
Into its magnificent white.
Cold.
Yet pretty.
One more sight
To behold
And let go.