Months of May
As life passes her by,
She sits and wonders, Why?
Only black. Only white.
No red or green,
Just day and night.
The world is seen
through hidden eyes.
As she hides
from the truth in lies.
Fearing demons
of unkown.
She hides;
all alone.
Will she continue
to stay in gray
As she withers
in her months of May
Or will her color
finally show
As she smiles
In the snow.