The nature knows the art of selflessness very well.
What it gives never takes back
Fixing all the crippled pieces
without cracks.
In lieu of autumn it has spring.
generosity flowing in the breeze
Clouds gushing in summer
Down pouring without cease.
Puddling turf suffusing with
Magnanimous void
Staring at lagoon,
All I do is confide.
In the essence of the dawn,
I awe the mysterious it hid.
Dissolving in this nature spirit
Is all I stride.
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