Her hair, grows like a weed.

She is so similar to a plant

As people walk by and crash into its leaves, it bounces.

Bounces,

bounces,

bounces.

His fingers glide through hair,

Wrapping and twisting and clipping,

so even, so effortlessly, so swift.

Each tress, dominated by fingers,

tufts, float to the floor when cut.

Beautiful curls twist and vine and blossom.

Each leaf extends towards sunlight.

Each exhale feeds the green giant.

Like a plant. Her hair.

Like a plant.

Explosive,

and gorgeous,

and glowing.

Growing.