There is beauty in pain endured
Like the waves that wash away footprints in the sand
Rocks that stand tall yet giving in to wind and water
Trees tall and strong weathering mighty winters
The skin burning under the scorching sun
Reminds me of the sun that alway rises and sets
And so does everything.
They return to their primal form with a faint memory of time endured
We always arrive at where we begin
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