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Nature Never Hastens
If I rake faster, I will move more leaves today. Yet leaves fall one by one, and before long the fall is done. With a rebroadcast, more flowers will grow in the spring. But birds fly around all day, dropping seeds along their way. If I try harder, I will cross more off the list today. But trees grow and do not try, and before long, they scratch the sky. With a simulcast, more people will keep time as they sing. Yet birds sing one chirp at a time, caring not about rhythm or rhyme. Patient being is nature’s way. Us? We want it all today.
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