Never to be seen,
Light upon a meadow scene.
Filled with rage anew,
Cast upon the white church pew.
Venom it won't shed,
Seeths into a young man's death bed.
Full of sunshine mellow,
Shines from the music of a singing cello.
Tinted shadows in a shack,
Rests upon an old one's back.
Made not to be violent,
Soothe the young one's cries to be silent.
Worn by the dirty ground,
Showing life without a frown.
Feathers for a bird in flight,
Cries out the bline one's pleasing plight.
Reflecting off the fray,
Reveals the emotions weaved this day.