The hot wind strikes hard,
Unescapable and never ending,
blowing down settlements and shelters.
The Father cools the air with grace,
bringing relaxation to past pains.
Evil crosses Good,
and Dark meets Light.
One consumes the other,
so neither remains the same.
Heat and cold,
opposing forces of life.
Without the enternal balance,
of the Mother and the Father,
All ceases to exist.