Be like a detached leaf
Which falls on the ground
changing its color steadily
It mixes with the dirt.
Be like an Arctic Tern
Which travels miles Without its nest.
To see the colors of world through its eyes.
They teach us to change ourselves.
With time, people, and habitat
As the nature and time choose the ones fittest to survive.
This is what we call the theory of life
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