White clouds, palm trees, green grass
have no worries. Soft breeze
knows how and when to bless each one with its grace.
They have the gift of being naturally content;
at peace with any and all blessings. No envy or
competition; fulfilled with the rewards they receive.
White clouds, palm trees, green grass ask for nothing.
Nor do they expect a fair share; from something
that was never meant to be measured.
Soft Breeze blesses all equally. It will
remember us;
whether we notice it or not.
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