Gloomy ponderings of a man as the snow falls
|I gazed at the snow as it danced,
Twirling lightly down from its cloudy abode,
And thought of fallen angels too.
The sight of such serene sinlessness
Dragged down by crude, cruel gravity
And made as low as the soiled soil
Brought down and sullied by dirt and filth
Made common and coarse by the fact,
Caused an ache Man could scarce know exists.
Impeccable in its innocence
But to its end brought as swift as wind
With whom it cavorted.
Its dichotomy made sense to me.
That we, mankind, do much the same
Yanking the perfect from their pedestals
And staining them with our baseness.
And if we but looked back
With our absoluteness of hindsight,
We would see those closest at hand
Played the greatest role in our descent.
So as I stare up at the clouds
I will the snow back to lofty repose
To be blissful in their fair realm above
Ignorant of the realm we crawl amidst here
Our pit of envy, greed, and fear