The snowflakes tumble to the ground around me,
They catch on my clothes, my hair,
I stand, a silhouette against the setting sun.
A cloud looms, its black against the snow's pure white strangely beautiful.
This sight, a break from the artificial beauty that surrounds me every day,
One pure, unspoilt act that cannot be defiled by plastic,
Cannot be ruined by humankind.
But soon that will change,
The world is changing,
Soon this sight will be hidden away, only seen in memory.
But for now,
And the world smiles back.
by Eifie Ward (13)
Competition - The Poetry Trials
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