White

The color of innocence.
Falling from the sky
in unique formations of molecules imposed
upon the very air we breathe,
the color of air in the winter wind; a sigh.

The color of bone, solid and composed;
rigid and well defined; yet so easily broken.
Tooth and nail, solid but frail.
Inevitability is a token;
a universal rule:
that all things innocent
cannot last,
except when in the presence of fools.

The color of paper, all colors combined;
every single detail of line so well designed
drawn only to take away the blankness of the sheet;
art is destruction, and destruction is sometimes discreet.