Juxtaposition
You and I are two singing birds. Flying towards the morning Sun,
Or, is this a live love long pun.
Hay, don't you see the little river?
Flowing slowly beneath us.
Bringing uncountable stories
From both banks and cities upstream;
That she had met.
For me;
Gentle breeze like you
Sings hardly.
Will you sing for the clouds?
They soflty mentioned;
The mighty golden feathers of Ra.
Forbadeing us to fly close to him.
That chat wasn't an warning,
But a caution; you might say.
Above us, is flying;
The soft white clouds.
The Sun over the clouds.
And,
The plants on the ground;
Air Rain and Thunder roam around
Under the Earth's realm.
Hmm!
You and I;
And this flight.
Remember this poem dear.
One day,
You might say.
Juxtapose you mentioned!
Arrangement of things to make
Comparison and contrast.
The Sun, under it;
Where clouds runs.
And,
Beneath it there is Earth.
We are flying in-between.
All of them are working;
We as well.
May be in a different way.
May be for our own happiness.
Or, for a greater good?
Who knows?
Who knows dear?
Juxtaposition! Juxtaposition! Juxtaposition!
Thank you.