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Fullness

Withholding leads to soaring skies.
Kings hasten to know their realm’s expanse,
The poor rush home, a humble dance.
Stillness in fullness, a serene art,
Nature, content, not longing to depart.
Seek, fulfill, in your own domain’s embrace,
Purpose blooms where you stand, grace to grace.
Life cycle

Freed from the branch, it takes a chance.
Yet, tethered to roots, it finds its grace,
In flight, it discovers its unique place.
A leaf, a whisper in nature’s grand song,
Rooted in earth, where it belongs.
As wind breathes life into its fleeting flight,
The dance of existence, a wondrous sight.
In this cycle, where life meets its end,
Wind whispers secrets, around it bend.
Roots, wings, and breath in harmonious blend,
Keeping the world’s rhythm, without end.

