The Window

In this window, it is as perfect as can be

The sun shines silently, peacefully
The trees sway in the wind,
Saying hello to any who will take it
The waterfalls cool, crisp water flows
Nothing holding back the cascade of joyous life
But it is not all as it seems, this wondrous scene
The beauty of a world that will never be seen
Because in all that can be shown
Can also be manipulated
Turned ugly, unwanted, and unforgiven
Dark, destroyed, depressed, and devoid
Behind this window is a world ravaged
A world that the trees lay burned in a heap of sorrow
A world that the sun turns a repulsive red when this hideous
world wakes
A world where the waterfalls joy has long since gone
And been replaced by a dark, deserted black
This world is real, but has been covered
By a show of colors and life, a lie
All that is wretched can be hidden
It can be covered by a show of joy, life
You can think that it is a wondrous thing from a look on the
outside
But the beauty is only as lovely as a smear on a piece of art
For this window is a deceiver
And the world is the deceived