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Under wide blue skies,

They grew from seeds,

Welcoming the sun and rain,

Until autumn’s cool breeze.

Then bowing their heads,

With a sigh of relief,

They surrendered to fate,

With grace and tranquility,

Naturally.

And perhaps one day,

I too will embrace,

Effortlessly,

Nature’s path before me,

Without judgment or fear,

Naturally.