The steady rhythm of the falling rain
Repeats a song the earth has always known;
Each morning sun returns to light the plain,
Each evening brings its hush, its softest tone.
In daily acts, a quiet grace appears,
A tender pulse beneath the passing years;
Repetition folds the mundane clear—
Revealing art in what the heart reveres.
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