Life depicted in shapes and forms
Tells us more about true perfection
With angles soft, rounded or warm
When flesh dies, it turns gray, decayed
But here in this place, all life is good
It is sweet, no longer bitter in taste
Life is abundant, causing reflection
It leaves us to ponder, or to wonder
What is life, how artificial is our world
If we ask if the color is akin to death
And why do we long for its embrace
We never realize, we reject resurrection
We fail in our quest for perfection
Because all of us are morally gray
Bringing judgment upon us
A storm, we flee with due haste
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| Piet Mondrian "Gray Tree" |
