Stability vs. Balance- a poem?

You always talk about stability.

Well, forget stability. A rock is stable. Death is stable.

Stability is stagnant. But balance- it changes, it grows, produces, thrives even, moves, learns, adapts- it lives. It is passionate but considerate. It cares for those people close to it, generous but not spoiling, protective but not stifling. It is humble in its flashes of brilliance and steadfastly confident in its lapses of reason. It is a quiet mind in a crowd and focused determination facing a mountain of work. It ignores the trivially depressing and amplifies the sweetest little pleasures.

Where stability is alone,

balance is in great company, many things working together. It recognizes the unstoppable power of time and shows prudence in remediation and appreciation for today’s good things. It works hard, but plays hard too. It is continually forgiving, but only in resolution. It is nearly perfect, but can never be so. It is the inspiring downpour of rain outside your window. But, most of all, balance is the respect and love it has for the whole of itself, and no one part.

but I think I would understand it better if I was more tired... if that makes any sense.