We think we walk the right path
Yet, nature stirs our steps
Carrying whisper of what we could not see
Closing and opening doors with quit whim
Footprints in dust--fortune veiled within trials
Wisdom lingers where voices fall silent
And only when our inner strenght awakens
Does nature yields yeild it's secrets--ever fleeting
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