Why is it when it rains, the sky

Feels as if it embraces?

Why is it when the sun goes down

We see such heav’nly faces?

Why is it that the beauty lies

In shadows under trees?

Where dappled light and whistling air

Dance light amid the breeze?

For all is neither light nor dark

All exists in between

And life’s true wonder hides amidst

That which is oft unseen