Like an Angel

Like an Angel’s dance the downey flakes flutter around me.
So bright against my dark hair, small droplets of moisture land upon the
crystal lenses that allow me to see clearly. Blurry is my view of the night sky.

It’s seems odd how some thing so beautiful could hide the dreary world that I must exist in.
I mist of evaporation is coloured in hues of deep yellow and orange. Inversion.
The sickening sign of pollution, caused by us who destroy consuming all that is around us leaving devastation in its wake.

I am still in awe of Mother Nature’s compassion for her children; she heals the damage we inflict upon the earth. Yet she can not heal the pain we cause each other.

Only we can fix the mistakes we have made yet as simple as that may sound.
Nothing is ever that easy.

So here I stand, embraced by the surprising warmth of the falling snow,
Why do you stare at the sky with your blurry eyes?

I don’t know…