O how I wish the sun looked different sometimes,
And did so the dew drops,
And the colors of the rainbow.
In the grip of Everything there is an untold story,
A freshness in crisp dried leaves,
and the budding leaves...
A grace hidden in the still waters,
And the flowing streams....
There are things we can change,
and some we cannot,
It's only wise to accept,
the very riddles of Life,
are mysteries within itself....
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