Some show mirrors from time to time.
Some answers from far and some questions from near.
Some seem to guide from near and some burns from far.
Some wait for us to fall back into their safety net.
Some wish for us to get out of it.
When all of this is done, some brews up coffee in their balcony, lets you in to listen to what their two plants are whispering about.
Everyone loves in different ways like every color of the lanterns.
Not everyone can pinpoint it on what light they add to the boat individually.
Some day all their colors might look like one when the boat reaches its dock on a break of dawn.
So let it be. It’s what it is.