Different folks

Life is a roller-coaster

The sun shines,

The waves wave. 
The clouds dance,
And make shapes.
The wind winds lightly,
It’s no mistral.
The rain rains supreme,
Not a drop dropped!
The bough bows,
But stays in shape.
The bird’s chirp,
They render a happy sound.
Are we blessed,?
Maybe unique,.
Living on this tiny dot. 
Contrasts exist and the contrary more often.
Harmony preferred over malarkey.