In every blade of grass, a story

In every breath of wind, a song

In every heartbeat, a poem

But where did it all go wrong?

I miss my innocent faith

I miss my optimism

Time has become a shadowy wraith

My experience become a schism.

They say the ones who always look to the sun

Never see the shadows

I’m here to tell you both always exist as one

Still, neither matters.

The darkness is dark, cold and sad

And the sunlight is bright, warm and dry

Find the balance before you go mad

Remember to cherish love before you die.

No greater commandment,

No greater lesson to learn

Than that which says to truly love

and be loved in return.

I love the sunshine. It rejuvenates your mood, and warms your skin with it’s feathery caresses. Even so, it is a constant reminder of the shadows. When you deny the duality of human life, by trying to live in the sun and live it’s burning exposition, you realize finally that the brighter it shines, the more stark the contrast is in the shadows. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. For every inhalation, an exhalation to follow. For every sunshiny bright moment, there is a dark calm to help ground you and make every moment precious in it’s own right.