In the gentle sway of branches, balance finds its grace,
Where ocean whispers meet the silent shore’s embrace.
The sun and moon, in endless chase, a cosmic ballet,
Teach us the art of giving, taking, come what may.

On the tightrope of existence, we tread with careful stride,
Between the heart’s desires and wisdom’s quiet guide.
In laughter and in tears, we seek the middle ground,
Where joy and sorrow mingle, where harmony is found.

Through seasons ever-changing, nature shows its hand,
A dance of ebb and flow, like footprints in the sand.
We learn to bend and sway, to yield and to resist,
In the gentle art of balance, where opposites coexist.

So let us walk this path, with eyes and hearts aligned,
Embracing every moment, every lesson we shall find.
In the dance of night and day, we find our way,
In the balance of our lives, the music softly plays.