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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