The Fragile Balance

Like a pristine crimson rose
Which swells from a thorny vine

Like a calm summer breeze
Our souls are acutely intertwined


Like a divine vivid flower
Which blooms in early Spring

Like an ancient evergreen tree
Our love will blessedly sing


Like the rare blue moon
Which shines down upon our earth

Like the forever radiant stars
That our souls give search


Like the cool streaming brook
Which babbles under the sky afar

Like the towering frigid mountains
We'll all know who we are



So as though we always know
To ne'er think to disturb

This fragile serious balance
Of our
Minuscule world