The wind blows a new fragrance
The Field whispers the essence of Life
The tree dances the festivity of being alive
While the Human eye observes the manifest
The Lungs inhale the meaning of existence
The “I” contemplates the beauty of the moment
The child plays with curiosity the magic of Now
Neither the future
Neither the past
Holds such treasure
Such wealth
Of just "being the moment"
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