Opposition

When the sun comes up,

the moon goes down.

Every time the world gives us something

beautiful,

Something else is taken away.

Abducted.

Stolen.

Like it’s too good to have both.

.

The same light from a heart warming fire

turns homes into ash.

The same water we live off of

destroys entire towns.

When the wind from a storm leaves one location,

it travels to another.

When a baby is born,

someone else dies.

.

Almost like life can never be too good.

Every bright moment is paired with

a sould crushing one,

to restore the balance.

It’s nature’s cruel law of keeping

the world on the verge of happiness

and on the brink of despair.