White, then...

Nature’s most honest hue
is the one we give a fanciful view
but when it graces gray winter skies
we know it will have its swift demise
for we see this purely driven white
will soon succumb to blazing light

What we gazed upon with rapt attention
will only receive an honorable mention
before it turns to slushy soot
and a soggy nuisance to the foot
‘tis easy to forget it was first white art
but it had no choice but to depart

So when you gaze agape with wonder
do not forget the spell you are under
will be like all white we seem to admire
a victim of some mysterious fire
the true subject of this enigmatic rhyme
the inevitable passage of time