Fire and Water

"Crackle and hiss," I dance in the air,

A fleeting flame, consumed by my dare.

"Hush little spark," a voice like rain,

"Your fiery rage will bring only pain."

"Pain?" I scoff, "It's passion's bright bloom,

Melting the ice, dispelling the gloom!"

"Passion may burn," the whisper replies,

"But water soothes, with gentle sighs."

"Gentle? Weak!" I flicker higher,

"Your stagnant flow breeds only mire!"

"I carve the canyons, nourish the seed,"

The water murmurs, "Without me, all bleeds."

We rage and roar, a tempestuous fight,

Two forces clashing in the dead of night.

Yet as the dawn paints the eastern sky,

We see the mirror in each other's eye.

Destruction's dance, or life's embrace,

We find our purpose in this shared space.

For life itself thrives in this blend,

Where fire's might and water descend.

So let us burn, and let us flow,

Together we watch creation grow.

For in the dance of opposites untold,

A harmony blooms, more precious than gold.