The Perfection of Paradoxes
The river doesn’t mute itself Just because night falls. The mountain doesn’t awaken with the raucous river Just because. Silence and sound accompany each other Without clamouring for the other to change. The firefly doesn’t ask the stars to throw on a cloak So they can glow in their fifteen seconds of flame. The clouds turn accomplice to the fireflies Darkening the skies while the fireflies provide a silver lining.