Clarity

Anonymous

Clear is the color of oblivion

always invisible to the naked eye

Never seen, but been known for eons

Air in our atmosphere

is nearly undetectable

Even though it is invisible,

without it, we wouldn’t be out here

When water is beautifully lucid

clarity takes over it

However, if a single speck

of dirt were to be inserted

The prestigious water would be ruined

Clear is lonely

not blue, not ivory,

but clear is the most desolated color of all

Clear is always keeping a secret.

It will only tell it’s sage words

to those who listen.

Impurity is imperfection,

and clear can’t be defective

Clarity will consume the oblivion,

but we need to understand

that the unknown

will always moan