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In the garden of existence, we sway,

A dance of fragile petals in the sun's embrace,

Life's tapestry woven with threads of gray,

Unraveled by time, in this endless space.

Beneath the azure sky's expansive hue,

Whispering leaves and rivers' gentle sigh,

We search for meaning, for purpose true,

As seasons change, and the old ones die.

Like birds on the wing, our hearts take flight,

Seeking solace in nature's tranquil rhyme,

In the symphony of day and the calm of night,

We yearn to fathom this enigmatic time.

Yet life's allure remains a riddle, untold,

In the chasm of dreams where secrets reside,

Sylvan whispers guide us, hearts unfold,

As we wander the woods, with nature as our guide.

In shadows and sunlight, we find our way,

With our pen as our compass, so sure,

To uncover life's meaning, both night and day,

In nature's beauty, we find our own allure.