Purity,
When opulent cherubs sang from above
A melancholy melody
That sanctified the life I loved.
Innocent and pure as we come,
All must fall one way or another.
In an incumbent journey to the slums,
the tree is uncovered,
But an apple’s sweet demeanor
Makes the sour taste
All the greener.
The greed of man makes all haste,
When all good is gone and left in waste.
Gianna Moser is a member of the class of 2024. She enjoys the expressive aspects and experiences that come with creative writing. She aspires to make a positive impact on the world, in one way or another.
About this poem: "The natural cycle of life includes learning about the harsh realities of the world. This knowledge can be overwhelming to come into, but no matter what, one must move forward. "