Sometimes things get too much
People get too loud
Lights get too bright
Emotions get too deep.
Even the clearest skies
Have stormy clouds across the globe.
The prettiest flowers, reaching for the sun
Will eventually droop and dull and die.
The bird's songs will quiet
When they leave for warmer, kinder temperatures.
Snowflakes will fall and blanket the ground
Hide the vibrancy of life with the deadly cold.
Green and blue and yellow and red and pink
Turns to white and gray
And black at night.
At night, the color of life is nonexistent,
Cold and dead and silent.
Heart beats and breath slows,
Quieter, white noise drowning out soft exhales.
Lack of life is peaceful, in a way.
Calm and quiet and cold,
Like the harsh beauty of winter.
Vibrancy is too distracting.