She so peaceful, yet causes fear
Him so bright and full of cheer
She rests the body, he wakes the soul
Him so light, she black as coal
Her with mole and tiny bright freckles
He covers us with tiny tear speckles
She hides us, he beams with pride
He her husband, she his bride
He in bright silk, her all in velvet
A yin-yang marriage as they tell it
Two lovers who meet but twice a day
When he must go, she need stay
Now I ask you, who are they?
Day and night.
I am black of eye and bright of hair.
I fast into the ground and follow my lord as he races around the world.
What am i?
He is noble. He is rare.
He makes you squeak! Quiescent! Light!
Bright coloured things He brings to flight!
For all of that (so we are told)
He can be amazingly cold.
Who is He?
I can generate fear and some say I come out of your ears. I am as quite as a mouse but not welcomed in the house. What am I?
Out of nowhere, I can erupt
A peaceful calm, I may disrupt
My trigger, one might not expect
Those around me, I may infect
The atmosphere, I may brighten
By stimuli, I delight in
From one to the next, I vary
My echoed sentiment merry
What am I?
Stronger than steel, yet lighter than cotton
Found in a corner, forever forgotten
I bother so many, but marvel a few
You can't seem to make me
I'm a mystery to you.