The river flows, the mountains stand,
Each in place by nature’s hand.
No rush, no pause, just time’s embrace,
A quiet dance, a measured pace.
The willow bends, yet does not break,
It sways with wind upon the lake.
No force, no fight, just soft release,
A lesson whispered: flow in peace.
The sun must set for stars to gleam,
The night must pass to birth a dream.
No grasp, no greed, just let things be,
Like drifting clouds above the sea.
The seed will wait through winter’s chill,
Then bloom when spring calls it to will.
No fear, no doubt, just trust the way,
That life unfolds in night and day.
The world is whole, yet always new,
Each leaf, each wave, each drop of dew.
No lack, no loss, just endless change,
Yet all returns—both vast and strange.
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