Ripple the Surface

Still as the night air. Full of life, Yet crystal clear. A little world so vibrant, So alive. Only to be hidden deep below the reflected eye. Holding on with each breath from the wind. It's colors, smeared and faded red. Once lush and majestically shown. Now it dances, naked, lifeless and alone. Even the clouds in the sky hold secrets in their hands. Something so blue, so immense over head. Can quickly turn gray from a silent violence within. The reflected eye, is the neglected eye. What seems full of life may hold darkness inside. Before you judge, before you speak. Ripple the surface, understand whats beneath.