Her.

As the darkness dances across the dreary sky, she is a light that flickers, the hope that overtakes the darkness, the innocence that is so unfamiliar to those who walk the earth. Her young eyes see life. Possibility. They see a power to change humanity. Her optimism is a cool breeze on a blazing hot day. Her joy is the embodiment of the sun’s rays. But as she grows, she begins to know things she didn’t before. Her pure mind full of wishes and hopes is darkened by a blanket of “reality.” She clings to her youth, her young mind slipping through her fingers like water, being left disillusioned. But for one last try, she twirls around like the wind, falling into a gentle heap, into a puddle of wishes, spread thinner and thinner across the dry ground, being soaked up, being licked up by the sun, until there is nothing left, until the wishing well is dry.