Nothing too spectacular but I wrote this poem for a class project but I was a like ....I don't know strung out at the time. Enjoy
There must be a balance,
A natural yin to yang,
The dark and light that so enchants,
Like a simple song that is sang.
There must be a patience,
For a world so filled with haste,
With the blind commen sense,
That must not be put to waste.
Could there be a darkness,
Only seen with the blinding light,
Or could you simply undress,
The shadows to become the white.
There must be that balance,
Of the inherent yang to yin,
The light and dark, forever the dance,
Between virtue and sin.
A natural yin to yang,
The dark and light that so enchants,
Like a simple song that is sang.
There must be a patience,
For a world so filled with haste,
With the blind commen sense,
That must not be put to waste.
Could there be a darkness,
Only seen with the blinding light,
Or could you simply undress,
The shadows to become the white.
There must be that balance,
Of the inherent yang to yin,
The light and dark, forever the dance,
Between virtue and sin.