In a world full of anger and vanquish
the light always finds a way to prevail

It's the small moments that spark the truth
of who one truly is. Does fire fight and defeat ice or does it find a way to embrace it?

Is fire really fighting ice? Or is fire ice's calming sensation?

When it withers does it come back? Does rain wash everything bad away, is bad good? Can good be bad? Is it possible for one thing to mean another?

If your in search for an answer don't seek just see not with what's in front, but with what goes far beyond that.