Ego

Snow falling silently , the alluring shimmer of each snowflake for miles on end.Clouds block the fiery eye of sky, its warmth ripped from the earth. As the air grows colder , the grass starts to freeze , flowers hoping for the light. Whats worse , knowing that beyond the clouds is life or that the sun can’t do anything but to stay in place waiting knowing that the night will take what it made.

As the flower freezes to its core and then a thin ray shines from a crack in the blanket in the sky.At last the sun makes its appearance , but only to witness a gentle gust of air blow the flower into tiny dust that flows with its murderous wind.

A beautiful sight of color as each petal flows free from its cage.The desolate landscape of winter, it’s beautiful yet cold embrace.In our everyday lives our ego clouds our warmth , and storms into pride.

​ That pride blows its murderous wind on unsuspecting life. Don’t stay in place , let your fiery sun burn through those clouds and warm the colorful soul.