Anvil shaped and dark,
it delivered sparks
that flew to earth from the hammered peak
in white and yellow streaks.
Invisible fire radiates
from the forge among the spheres
and 'mid the tumult it creates
a paradox appears -
ice and water thrown to the ground
as if they were soothing tears
bouncing and cleansing as they drop down
a balm among the fears;
only a cloud in turmoil
could release both fire and ice,
like when men seek to quarrel -
everyone pays the price.