The breeze flows gently through the trees,
winding its way to endless dreams.
It asks a million questions and one,
but waits for the answer to none.
\The sun warms all within its light,
browning and glazing with sheer delight.
It ponders the breeze for a moment or two,
then moves on to question anew.
\The stream ripples, then rolls over rocks,
crossing many doorsteps but never knocks.
The breeze has become its friend,
rushing it along to an unknown end.
\I set and watch natures wonders at play,
just hoping for another good day.

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