A balance world

A bird can only fly that high with only one kind of wings,
A piano only has 8 notes, not less not more,

Once someone told me to be a pavillion for the sun and rain,
and once someone told me to be the reason for being the sun and rain,

Being the soil, sand or rock, you still belong to earth
Being the tree, sky or cloud, you will still be threaten by mother nature
Then why choose to be, when you can just forsee?
Why have you chosen and yet you still doubt?

Questions are always a key to answer.
But certain answers do not need question
Sometimes questions are redundant
Sometimes answers are useless and meaningless

There is always a rainbow somewhere after the storm
There is always death somewhere after the storm

Eve and Adam,
Adam and Eve,
A broken angel, is still an angel
A devil is forever a devil
Who is who, and who is what, doest matter

As i always believe;
The world is always a balance