White

Life is a part of play,
that engulfs both white and gray.
And all the colors don’t stay,
Just peeping out in a fray.

How well we see the white,
Among all the darkest site.
For such is the White’s might,
That swallows the bad in sight.

Heart of pure should one have,
To ward off the evil in save.
Thoughts good are all brave,
As the reap and yield are rave.
For such is the White’s might,
That swallows the bad in sight.

A good deed done with zest,
Turns the favors in just.
Forgetting one’s previous lust,
The good shines removing rust.
For such is the White’s might,
That swallows the bad in sight.

Life is a facile play,
for who plays it all day;
Taking up the White’s way,
and letting the darkness slay.
For such is the White’s might,
That swallows the bad in sight.