Nature in itself is the essence of all,
as gravity will always pull down,
tides will always change constantly,
giving our lives a smooth rhythm.
A flow which is like a river,
constant its motion toward the ocean,
where everything becomes vast and colorful,
reaching the infinite point of our imagination.
A place where we will see both sides of a rainbow,
a place where everything is shines is gold,
a place where light makes up everything,
the place where we'll rest ad infinitum.
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