Day and night, a dance they share,
Opposites in form, yet in purpose rare.
Light and dark, in balance, stay,
Each completes the other’s way.
If night alone held sway, we’d find,
In darkness, little is defined.
But endless day would blind our sight,
Madness in perpetual light.
Together, they maintain the flow,
Day and night, in harmony grow.
For balance is the key, you see,
In their union, we find harmony.