I felt the warmth of the
Redness of the skies
It stared and soothed the
Deadness of my eyes
I saw the sway of the
Branches in the trees
It changed with ease
And showed me how
It flowed with worldly breeze
I bathed in the gentle
Going of a stream
With all the things
I have ever been or seen
And all I have come to mean
Moment to moment
As all changes always
And thus is all the same
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