The Conflicts of Nature

The Conflicts of Nature

Chameleons constantly change their complexion;
They never perceive a familiar reflection.
Seasonal times require adaptation;
The leaves change colour, they avoid a stagnation.
With ruptures of rain, and twinkles of thunders,
Contrasts of Nature are identity wonders.
Ying and Yang establish a whole,
But what part of the soul do they both control?
Black and white create shades of grey,
With so much found yet so much astray.
The day has a cloud;  the night has a star;
My soul is closed, but my mind is ajar.
The good, the bad, the light, the dark;
The conflicts of nature leave quite a mark.
Parts of myself are separate but equal,
I will always replay my unfortunate sequel.