Rain pattered down on her window. Every drop hit the window with its own tone. Its own story. She peered out, watching. There was a single tree. Its leaves, bright and green against the grey sky. This tree stood tall. Its leaves fluttered and whipped in the wind and rain but no matter what hit them, they stayed attached. They were strong. Her gaze shifted. Her eyes grazed across the field, long, beige, and soaking wet. They flew over the pond, the cows, and the stable, a red mass against the coming darkness. But no matter where they went, they always came back to that one tree. For some reason, it was captivating. The leaves weren’t perfect, they had holes from bugs, some were weather-worn, and each was a different color. But that was how it was. She squinted now, as the rain dumped its last bucket of water. It hammered over her roof, beat down on the stables, and lashed out at the tree but somehow, somehow, it kept its poise. It stood there.

I was holding different colored fabrics as my mom walked into my room. She looked at me as if asking, “And what might you be up to?” 

“Halloween is coming,” I said.

“Okay, but no big detailed costumes. We don't have the time because you have to help with all the chores,” My mom added. Obviously, I was going to make something big and detailed I thought, but instead, I said,

“Got it, mom!” and ran down the hallway. 

“Lila!” my mom called.

“Hold on, I'm finishing my homework!” I lied. My costume would fly. Not just fake fly but really fly like up into the air. This would prove to Jade Jones that I am the best designer. 

I bolted through the hallway in my house and before I knew it I had run into my little brother, Gabriel. I tried to move around him but he clung to my black hair. 

“Oww!” I screeched. 

“Wacha maken?” he said in his goofy voice.

Where she was from, there weren’t any changes in seasons, no animals that scattered around, no flowers that bloomed for even a second.
    Where she was from, it stayed the same season year long. It wasn’t like winter, or spring, or summer, or fall. It was just a constant state of nothing. And the land was just a field of greyness as far as the eye could see. With no soft grass, just tough dirt and several skinny weeds that would occasionally grow out of the ground. True, it could be its own beauty, but it wasn’t like what she would soon see.

She had never seen anything so magnificent in her life.
She saw strength lying beneath the olive complexion of skin.
Strength that propelled an individual to keep hacking at their day.
To keep improving themselves further and advancing to their goals.
She saw resilience in the form of rich brown, doe-shaped eyes.
Although the eyes have witnessed many struggles,
Seen complicated factors that stacked higher than the good in situations, 
The pair of eyes would always continue to look skyward, and never look back down until the pair of feet attached to the moving body, was on steadier terrain. 
She saw persistence in those pair of moving legs,
Those very legs have trekked up steep, rocky mountains that posed challenge and difficulty to the individual’s mind. 
But those capable legs have also overcome the treacherous terrain and continued idly with one foot in front of the other.