Ying and Yang in perfect example

William was peaceful this morning,

he smiled at me and even helped the best way he could,

he also sang and has been doing so all day,

a gentle tune without words,

comforting in fact.

He then talks to many from his past,

laughs and thanks them;

for what I have not idea.

Other days are different,

he yells and cries and strikes out,

not knowing where he is,

who we are,

or what we are doing.

The ying and the yang in perfect example,

though I wish for the good days only,

though perhaps without the bad days,

the happier ones would be impossible,

there would only be a lull,

an ocean without waves,

or wind, or sun or storms,

just flatness.