Pristine Snow

My cynical thoughts are cyclical
My whimsical ideas heal physical
My clinical self-care arrive in a trickle
My tangible thoughts to words, fickle

So what do I do to communicate this to you?
Sit here raging mind to ruminate a word true?
I bring a white flag; betray fate, bring a crew
Stomp me in the dirt to let my hate brew

It worked for others, so why not again
You could have healed with me as a friend
We howl in fear of our shadow until the end
But our fate was set beyond comprehend

Life is novel, they all agree
They will not let us burn this tree
We failed our claims of minds free
Bee-like benevolence bestows brutes' brains

They stained our legacy, but we will never know
Centuries from now, with return of pristine snow
Our ancestors decry our coveting golden glow
Yet forgiveness in heart, a trait we never did show.