Why All Like This Poem by isabirye shadrac

The river that quenches thirst
also carves canyons that divide.
A sword's blade defends,
but its sharp edge draws blood
from friend and foe alike.

The fire that warms the hearth
is the same fire that consumes the forest.
The bird soars on the wind,
yet a tempest can break its fragile wings.

The bridge that connects two shores may also collapse under the weight of too much trust.
The rose blooms with beauty but guards itself with thorns.

The mirror reflects truth but can shatter into a thousand lies.
A clock guides the day but mercilessly ticks away the time we can never get back.