Peering out the window, looking at patterns of nature
imitated by man.
Natural curves glide across my eyesight and into my
open soul, while man-made angles clang and jab into
my mind, cluttering it with noise.
Objects of nature conducive to serenity and solace,
deep in contemplation, where I find strength and
spread my wings to fly in freedom all my days.
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