Biting wind greets my face as I step outside.
Bits of white, cold fluff, stream downward onto everything in sight.
Darkness descends upon an uncaring populus as artificial light cuts
through the shadows.
I glance about, peering into the gloom, taking in the pieces of man-made
fantasy.
These beings that call themselves man, seem to fear the night.
They try to banish it with their manipulations of nature.
As I round the corner, a vast array of lights, ranging in hues and
shades, greets me.
Blinded at first, my eyes adjust, taking in the sight before me, and
seeking symbolism in its garishness.
Red to show their sins, the blood that has flowed.
White to show their hopes and goals, to become divine.
Green to show the eternal, to remember their accomplishments and
failures.
To mask it all is the blend of colors, as if to hide and represent their
souls, different and varied.
Mixing into a tapestry of life.
I reel back in suprise and for the first time seeing that there may be
a greater plan.
Perhaps this species that rules the planet shall survive.
Merry Christmas.
-Pandomine
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