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Day 7 : Perfection



 

You help your brothers, sisters, parents and neighbours, even those whose name you barely remember.


You take what you need, nothing less, and nothing more.


You grow, accepting the time great things normally take.


You live surrounded by diversity, in peace and respect.


You create beauty, no hate, no envy


You know much about chemistry but little about waste


You are part of the music of silence, touching the wind with you delicate fingers


You hardly complain, sleepy in winter, brilliant in spring, radian in summer, elegant in fall


You breath like no one, giving more than you take


You live the long life, abundant in time and pacience


You are my home, perfect and cosy


My playground, meditation mat, my secret


I owe you the life and the freedom of your surroundings


My friend, my brother, my family...


You FOREST, far more perfect, than any human creation



                                   

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