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Before sunrise every morning
birds start their music class,
the butterflies fly from flower to flower
on each one of them new colour to shower
The storm rises and quells
to tell how to calm the turbulent mind,
the flash of lightning leads us
to light their paths who fail to find
It rains to wipe tears, snows to cool the heart,
there are thorns to show one may chase a mirage
or be forced to swim in order to grow
against swift and strong flow
We lose to find ourselves in thick mist
and often the waves toss us, up and down;
forever yet benign is nature,
it offers challenges and hints for solutions, too!
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