Ballad for the Perfect Paradox

Author: Jeanette M., Namibia, 11th Grade

On a sedentary Sunday,  

we espy the morning’s bleak grey  

outside, smelling the raindrop’s fresh smell

hitting the earth’s dry ground,

genial as love.

With our daily coffee and this cold weather,

you clasping on your fresh brew, 

I think of those same fingers keeping our story together: 

pure nostalgia.

The optimistic vitality in your eye,

the sound of the rainfall’s lullaby,

I marvel at you

being exuberance, sharing in everyone’s happiness,

sharing happiness wherever you go,

as if you understand- the secret behind love;

I never had to choose between sun and rain.

You make life the perfect paradox.

Through rain and sun, two is better than one.