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B A T H

 

Wind whispers through

the trees, mirroring our  

lives, our choices, always  

each day, a mirror held  

up to our hearts.

 

Behavior blooms from 

roots we often forget  

sown in past, where echoes 

linger, shaping silhouettes 

of our present moments.

 

Attitude, a sail that 

catches the wind, guides  

us through tempests, calm  

waters, a dance of belief 

in the face of storms.

 

Thinking builds bridges over  

chasms deep, maps the  

uncharted, steers vessels of  

dreams towards dawn’s first 

light, always seeking more.

 

Habits carve trails on 

mountainsides of time, watch  

with care, for paths once set  

can lead to wonder or 

to shadows, year by year.