I woke to find the world covered in white
I ran down the stairs,
Opened the door,
Running through the white ground
Sinking deep,
Lying  flat the ground beneath.
Cold,
Vivid white,
Pure,
It crunched under my weight,
I spread my arms out like wings
My feet spread
I moved them in sync
Left
to
Right
My head still,
As it sunk ever more deep
I lifted up to see what was done
A white snow angel
Pure as the snow that surrounds
I made a wish to the snow angel
Protect,
Care,
Look after
Those in this house from now,
The hours past it went to fast,
I slept a deep sleep blanketed in the dark
I woke as light pierced the room
Shoeing the darkness away.
I looked out to the ground below,
Where once there was one
Now more did appear, encircling the house
Days pasted and the white did fade,
But the angels now ice
Not melted away,
The sun shone down,
The ice did gradually faded away.
I awoke to my mothers voice
Come look my child,
Wings spread,
Angels before my eyes,
What once was white
Its shadow in green,
They heard my wish
Though the snow had gone,
They were still here there circle of wings.
Here to stay to forever protect me
And  those who live in this house,
Each year it snows.
Cold,
Vivid white,
Pure,
The angels appear,
But leave a space, for my own angel to reappear
As I lie in the crisp white ground
Surrounded by my angels all year round.

Did I catch a tear
Falling from thy cheek so dear?
A loving memory thou didst behold
Like a fleeting spark of gold.
Eyes of brown laced with pain
The tears--they fall like gentle rain
A broken heart laced with scars
A sorrow that we call ours.

*~Marian~

Even if you see
The whites of their eyes
I suggest you never shoot
A foolish person draws the blood
That stains their very youth

And even darker days await the one
Who betrays a friend
Unless somehow you’re dead inside
Your conscience will condemn

And sure, greener grass awaits
On the other side
But you’ll never enjoy a single day
When your life is but a lie....

But who am I to speak such wisdom
So sober and quite calm
When recklessly mind, body and soul
Is how I carry on...

Truth is a sour fruit
Its is better to nurture it,
Show it with
Positive,
Constructive,
Criticism,
This way the fruit will learn,
When it grows again
Will it not be as sour as before.
But to tell it is sour,
Does not help it grow, to flourish
Only impeding its growth
True is a two sided pip
Say it correctly
It will flourish, grow
Tell it with out heart
The more sour it will forever grow.