If every day was sunny,
we'd miss the soothing rain,
If every mood too merry,
no growth would come from pain.

If every person kindly,
we'd make no special friends,
If hardship stayed behind me,
the means negate the ends.

If every waking moment,
ecstatically devoid,
Annoyances and foment,
Complacency employed.

The ultimate conclusion,
logistically undone,
Beyond this grand illusion,
Two halves made whole as one...

​Michael Dane Stone
24-September-2018