beauty in destruction

The wind grows bitter,

Everything turns frozen

The ground goes white.

A mere touch and they break into pieces like glass,

Shattering even more as they hit the floor

The sound is loud and clearly heard.

Every piece is significant and very unique,

Broken into a pattern only a shape of its own

Glancing at it doesn't show its beauty.

To truly understand and admire its wonder,

Seeing how art can be broken and recreated

Everything has a side of art and destruction.

Within every piece there is a story to be told,

A voice unspoken does the truth be hold

Let it shine like snow and heard like ice.

The light will reveal a secret  hidden in glass,

Is this an impossible task of understanding?

In time shall they all see a path of uprising war of broken glass.