a thick layer of snow
untouched, pure
it holds
a sastifying beauty,
pristine, perfect
time goes on
now ingraved harshly are prints
unflattering, overlapping
damaging the canvas
reducing its worth
time goes on
soon the frozen covering,
littered with dirt by
unknowing, ignorant
people
the weak rays of sun,
softening, weakening
the once firm surface
now worn down
time goes on
now all that remains is a wet ground
a reminder of what once was
longing, regret
a wish for it to return,
but the damage is done.
still,
time goes on
