In the land of eternal Summer, the sycamore knows when to drop its leaves. The oak knows when to drop its seed.
Animals know when to nest or forage. Fish seek solace and the warmth trapped in the depth then hunt and bask when the sun warms the shallows.
Why oh man do you seek turmoil? A constant strife and one of your like.
Can you not see harmony abounds around? Struggle and turmoil is bred into you but you will continue in senseless struggle.
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Author:
Keeter C (
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