White

Crystallized drops of dew descend from skies Which spill their frozen tears onto the Earth. The careless sun has undermined their worth, Rendering their heart cold as slowly dies Their warm, buoyant spirit. She always tries To slip away after fall, and bring forth A new change in perspective. A new birth. Perhaps one day soon, the ashes will rise. Amidst the ail and anguish and the ache That arises—there is hope. The pure pain Of their divorce is dubious, for dawn Will soon spring up a new season for sake Of the skies, whose wistful worries will wane. Their story will forever echo on.