Here we are,you and I,
entangled and enmeshed.
You provide the stage
while I provide the dance;
you the furrowed fields
and I the plants;
you the fabric of my days
while I sew in
the stars and stripes.
Together we become
a symbol of cooperation
yet still some part of me resists,
considers switching roles,
feels smaller and less valued,
knowing that without your grounding
I'd probably disappear,
forgetting that without
the delicate counterpoint I provide
our precious melody might then
devolve into mere drone.
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