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Purity


The world turns white Every now and then As blankets of snow Fall softly to the ground ​​Has there ever been anything so pure? The world turns stark quite As distant souls stand behind windows Looking up to the bleached sky And watch in awe ​​Have we ever seen anything so pure? Strong branches crumble Beneath its weight And all you can see is white engulfing the heavens ​​Is there anything around as pure? Screaming kids run out to play As parents call for them To come back to the safety Of their home ​​Will we ever see anything as pure? The snow masks society‘s Cruel face But it always cracks to the surface In its twisted ways ​​Is anything even pure? Days later, the sun comes out Slowly taking the snow away Revealing its true natured ways But I was never fooled ​​ Nothing pure can stay. Nothing pure can stay.
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