We are a paradox

Another day passed; nothing seemed to have changed in the universe.

The sun rose, punctual as ever, though perhaps a minute later than it did
yesterday.

The sky bore the same deep blues, the clouds thankfully subdued,
and yet beneath this serene facade, churned songs of different hues.

Within, the invisible hum of countless battles echoed:
Some cells, battered and weary, fell in silent surrender,
while others, newborn and bold, rushed forward to the front lines.

Fierce and unrelenting, the wars raged in unseen depths,
keeping the machinery of existence alive.

We are a paradox:
a facade of outward calm,
but held together,
by unseen chaos.