Untainted Beauty

Fluffy cotton balls cover the sky
like a white sea.
White with innocence
pure and untainted beauty.

The clouds turn
and begin to yearn.
They darken
and become filled with malice
and hate.

Angry roars are heard
from the once pure clouds.
Beauty is now unseen,
rain begins to fall.

Lightning streaks
across the sky.
Strikes down innocent
it strikes the pure.

Untainted beauty,
becomes destructive beauty.
Tears fall from the clouds,
the anger and hate over pours
upon the ground.

The hatred disappears though,
the cloud gains control.
It is pure once again,
the untainted beauty is regained.