Highs and Lows

He says, my high is mimi and papa are here,
my low is they are not staying forever.
Never words so eloquently encapsulating
life’s highs and lows, by a boy of four.
Life’s ups and downs, ceiling and floor.
Sunshine more precious after a rain, and
a rainbow more beautiful for sake of each.
Flowers rise in praise of both,
and life is finding its highs only
through knowing it’s lows.
And no one really knows
one day to next what life will bring,
be it songs of joy or sorrow we’ll sing.
But a boy of four already knows
one is not possible without the other.