In the heart of every soul, a dance of light and dark,
An eternal struggle, a never-ending mark.
We seek the good, yet shadows linger close,
In every choice, the hidden self exposed.

Compassion blooms in the garden of our minds,
Yet envy weaves through, its tendrils in kind.
A gentle touch can heal, a harsh word can break,
In our nature, the balance we must make.

Courage rises, a beacon in the night,
But fear lurks, turning day to twilight.
We strive for greatness, yet stumble in our plight,
In every failure, the seeds of insight.

Love and hate, two sides of the same coin,
In our hearts, their forces conjoin.
We are both the storm and the calm,
In our nature, we find our own psalm.