Given every chance the fish will choose the water over the land.
The wolf will choose the brightly lit moon over the daytime sky.
The fantasy will be created.
There is no day without the night taking place afterwards.
The night and day rely on each other to pass and go.
The people rely on the times and the power of the earth to guide
them away from their moment of weakness.
Every star will stay in the sky only appear on the darkest of nights.
The decision of domination is not overtaken by the beauty of the doves.
The persistence of winning is not remembered through the grey clouds above.
There will be a moment.
A moment of resilience.
A time to come back from the star gazing.
A time that people are unable to escape.
A time that. . .