Life moves at a rapid pace,
yet I may fall behind the race.
But does it matter if I’m not first in line?
Chasing or outdoing others in every climb?I observe nature’s beauty, a tranquil scene,
My Nature
Rivers flowing gently, flowers so serene.
Fruitful trees stand tall, faith in their core,
Autumn’s breeze whispers, no rush to explore…
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