Opposites
When it rains, it snows,
when the wind blows, it's calm.
When the skin burns,
it's softened by word balm.
Earth's air is clear, but it's blue.
Clear sea reflects, blue sky too.
When it is gray, clouds have their way,
and block out bright colors, true.
Black is actually shades of brown/pink.
White is actually shades of pink/brown.
Why would anyone see these shades,
and view the other with a frown?
Women are like roses, soft and sweet.
Men are like steel, tough clad.
Why is anything in between,
considered by anyone, bad?
Up is down and down is up.
Conflicting information in a rut.
Until suspicion of others retreats,
odds will be against heart's beats
Human creates cultural precision,
nature creates amazing clutter.
Human cannot recycle its waste,
nature does with wings aflutter.
Progressive seeks a future never to be,
recessive harkens back to what never was.
For now, I'll retreat, pardon the pun.
Hopefully, to something sweet and fun.
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