You are a single rose in a luscious green field, 

The calm wind blowing across the vacant land. 

You are the glistening droplets of water sitting on top of a petal, 

The pollen hugging to the bees. 

I am the prickly thorns on the roses, 

The harsh tornado tearing everything apart. 

I am the dead petals of brown, 

The rotten compost with flies. 

You are the graceful gazelle galloping, 

The butterflies with colored wings. 

You are the sun shining over the mountains, 

So blinding to look at. 

I am the gorilla banging its chest, 

The centipede crawling over the floor. 

I am the moon shining over the ocean, 

Luminously dark and mysterious. 

We are like fire and water, 

A rainbow at the end of a catastrophe. 

We are like oil and water, 

We’re together but cannot mix.