I was admiring a tree
adorned in lights, one morning,
when my thoughts entertained a myth:

one tiny bulb has the power
to set the whole
world aflame.

Though its exterior is peaceful,
contained behind those mere millimetres
of glass, is the potential for pure chaos.

And what of the tree? Should
it not tremble in fear, of holding

so close to itself, such danger?

Instead, she stands
composed in the face of
this peril—
calm and composed—

a monument to bravery
& resolve.

As one,
lights and tree,
a beacon:

to the balance of
fiery passion and
composed stoicism

that each one
of us strives
to achieve.

-a.v.c & l.m.m