When morning comes he once again
lets go.
He tells his heart to carry on, and
tells
his lungs he trusts them. He lets
the show
of life proceed without his help.
The bells
of harmony are ringing with no aid
from him, which makes him glad. The
sunshine
spreads without his guidance. The
parade
of breezes happens by itself, and
pine
trees bend without advice from him.
He lets
life work its wonders. He steps back
and gets
a view of countless marvels all
around
him. He’s amazed and doesn’t make a
sound.
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