This is my poem from a couple months ago, I was thinking about that old saying that says that you should turn lemons into lemonade. I started talking about pairs, and how some good things come with a price.

Roses and thorns
Stars and night
Rain and rainbows
Friendships and fights

Lemons and lemonade
Weakness and might
Forest and wilderness
Fire and light

If you want one,
You must deal with the other
They come as a package
Always together

You can’t have roses without thorns
You must be weak before might
You cant have stars without black
Friendship comes with fights

Now this is just for the fellow Canadians out there! Remembrance day was yesterday, and this is my poem.