One With Nature
In meditation,
I become one with nature.
Like the winds that brush by,
Like the clouds in the sky,
Like the rain when it cries,
Like the trees as they die,
Like the birds as they fly,
Like the storms as they sigh,
Like the grasses that rise,
and the dry leaves that glide,
I become one with nature.
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