We think we walk in the chosen path,
Yet, nature gently guides our steps,
Whispering truth we fail to see,
Opening and closing doors on silent whims.
Footprints fade within the dust,
While fortune hides inside our trials;
Wisdom lingers where voices rest,
Waiting for the soul to awaken.
Only through awakened strength
Does nature yield its fleeting secrets,
Revealing lessons hidden deep
Within the quiet tides of life.
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