A Balance of things is what makes life worth living,

Imagine grieving without loving, or receiving without giving,

Suppose always dark and at no time light,

Natures beauty never to ignite,

Colours, shades and shadows none,

our lives into oblivion would descend,

we appreciate this and through our art we will transcend.

To love the quiet which brings us peace,

There needs to be noise, which has to cease,

Peaceful silence as we know, is something to be sought,

But suppose it was always so,

now that would be a frightening thought.