It knows not its own power’s light.
Clouds drift by, but do they own
The river’s flow, its endless tone?
The sea, vast and wide, does it hold
Control over rivers, young and bold?
In nature’s symphony, all play their part,
Yet none own, none control, none apart.
Life’s journey, a rhythm so pure,
Experience its gift, of this be sure.
In the world of existence, take your cue,
Enjoy the dance, be one with the view.
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