Gray winter sky mocks the green earth below
And the timid men encased in shells and suits
Shuffle silently off to work,
Wondering all the while about mercury,
The tainted touch of frost
And how awful it is that God has abandoned them,
So far lost in their own narrow minds
That they do not lock eyes with a shivering girl
Barely covered in plastic that will soon blow away,
Barely clutching a cup that will soon fill with snow,
Barely seeing through eyes that will soon cease to gleam
And will just fade away,
Because all potentialities are eventually brought light
By time and our conscious morality
And the simplest of decisions --
Live or less than human.

Or maybe we're too blind to it all
And the December sun will illuminate our own salvation
And surely nothing more.