• From the stars I peer down upon mankind,
    The atmosphere’s serenity quite true;
    Wrapped around tight so fixedly entwined,
    Slowly unravels its grip gone askew;
    Retreating then I fall through drifting down,
    I hear cries of joy as children throw snow
    Dodging this way and that, laughing through town.
    Shivering their cheeks are red with a glow.
    Farther down I see flames consuming trees;
    I hear cries of battle and war; brave men
    Fighting. All for what cause? I hear their pleas.
    No lives shall be wasted needlessly, what then?
    Behold, the darkness can make one a mope,
    And yet, there is still some shimmering hope.