flowers grow off the path
newness waits there
the garden tends itself
it is not far away
turn left at your door
instead of right
stroll to the lake
sit on the bench
listen to the air
take time to see
dawn's long shadow
reaches to the west
study the text of seasons
bloom and leaf and twig
birds racing south
cultivate stillness
it whispers to you
wisdom's secrets
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