What Color Are Your Wings?

What color are your wings,
The ones that we all bear?
Are they pure white, carrying you
High up into the air?

Or are they dark, having fallen
Onto the muddy ground?
Have they become heavy with grime
So you keep falling down?

Are they gold, glowing and warm
Wrapping others in embrace?
Do they want your wings as well
To make this a better place?

Are they multi-colored,
Handsome as a peacock,
But are only there for show,
Moving no more than a rock?

Do they look beautiful and white,
But don't hold onto their plumes?
They might take you high for some time,
But then drop you to your doom.

Often when we take to flight
We take others along.
They follow us when we do right
But also when we do wrong.

Fly high when you take to the skies
And ensure a safe ride.
Flying low might have its thrills,
But you may well collide.

Whether or not people see them,
They're such important things.
Look close then answer truthfully:
What color are your wings?