Wild thoughts soar like birds,
And run like deer so free;
Not ours to cage or claim,
But to let them simply be.
In the mind, they dance unseen,
Unlabeled, wild, and true;
No law can bind their flight,
No chains can hold their hue.
Think what your heart desires,
In shadows of the mind;
But know the weight of steps,
On paths that actions find.
Begin with haste, the seeds you sow,
A hurried start, no time to grow.
The task unfinished, left behind,
An unsatisfying end you’ll find.
Patience crafts the perfect art,
Steady hands and mindful heart.
For in the pace you wisely choose,
A finished work, no part to lose.
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.
