PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

The nature of things

Does not require a guiding hand,

It follows its course, in calm or fury,

Like a river that does not stray.

Each leaf, in the wind, dances,

Each star, in the sky, shines serenely,

Life unfolds without haste or demand,

In the rhythm that existence commands.

They need no guidance,

Nor a map to chart their fate,

For in the silence of creation,

They find their own divine path.

The seed knows when to sprout,

The sun knows when to set,

And in the simplicity of just being,

Resides the secret of love.

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