Purple Glory

Misinterpreted for luxury, wealth, and extravagance,

I’ve made myself as unique as the purples in the natural world.

Like the sugary juices of a summer plum after a sip of sour lemonade,

I am sweet when the world is bitter.

As soothing as a lavender row in the wildflower field,

I am calm when the world is wild.

As loving as the lilacs towering above the grounds of aconites,

I am tender when the world is hateful.

As bold as the mountain majesties in the light of a setting sun,

I am vivid when the world quiets down.

In bitter moments and chaotic hours, the violet overpowers so subtly;

It is often forgotten that the amethyst is more than a jagged, pretty crystal,

I am the grounding rock of tranquility.

I am a contrast against all other naturals of the world yet I have made my own place in all the glories of the natural purples.