Possible Wounds

Sometimes I wonder why roses have thorns.

Other times I wonder why after the sweet day the inevitable night comes.

Some others I wonder, why after the hot summer, the cold winter comes. 

When I feel hurt I wonder why after a smile tears of sadness always fall.

And when I'm melancholy I wonder why I had to meet you that day, if you would just end up breaking my heart.

And the answer, I suppose, is easy, but at the same time complicated.

And how is it that I would appreciate the day and all that it allows you to see, without a night, how noble its wonders.

How would you know how to appreciate the heat, without the cold ice cream and how does a hug feel that dissipates it.

How would you appreciate a sincere laugh, if tears never fell down your cheeks.

And it is that even nature teaches you, that behind all beauty, there are possible wounds.