In the quiet of the morning light,
Where shadows softly fade away,
The balance of the day takes flight,
In hues of gold and gentle gray.

The sun and moon in graceful dance,
Each taking turns to light the sky,
A cosmic rhythm, a fleeting chance,
For balance found where eagles fly.

In whispers of the rustling leaves,
The harmony of earth and air,
A balance nature finely weaves,
In every breeze, a tender care.

Between the chaos and the peace,
Lies a path both calm and true,
A balance found, a soul’s release,
In every heart that dares pursue.