Two voices share a single face,
One seeks peace, one loves the chase.
One speaks softly, calm and bright,
One stirs chaos day and night.
Yin watches stars in silent skies,
Thinking deeply, calm and wise.
Yang laughs loud with reckless glee,
A storm that dances wild and free.
They bicker over every choice,
Each determined to be the voice.
Yet when the world begins to sway,
They somehow find a balanced way.
For light alone can't shape the dawn,
Nor darkness stand forever strong.
Together they create the song
Of right and wrong, where both belong.
Though arguments may never end,
They're more than rivals—they're a blend.
A single soul in black and white,
Forever locked in friendly fight.
So here's to Yin, and here's to Yang,
To every clash and joke they sang.
Two opposites, yet one design—
A perfect circle through all time.