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The Return to Yourself.
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Under the clear starlit night sky,
Pacing out of the undying west,
The wind whistled through the fen,
Singing out Nature’s call to men.
“Stuck in Haste’s tempestuous thraldom,
Thrown about by the waves of Luck,
Lost in the maze of Human emotions,
Trapped in the mire of man-made Life,
Buffeted by the tides of time, unending,
If your heart yearns for its freedom,
Listen to your heart, my friend,
Then will you lead a life of joy……”
Breezing through the leaf and bough,
The wind whispers in every ear,
Alas for the men who hear it not,
They lose the great wealth of the Wild.
Faster anon paces the sighing wind,
Moving off in search of pastures new.
The last words of the wind echo,
Echo through the swaying boughs,
“Listen to your heart, my friend,
Then will your life be unsullied, for,
It will be the return to Nature…
The return to Yourself……"
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