Pick out the cloud you want to blow away. Pick out the strongest tree you want to bend. Pick out the houses. Pick out the grasses. Pick out the airplanes, the birds and the flowers. Pick out and unite. Pick out and separate. Pick out and divide. Pick me out. Pick out whatever you wish. Pick out according to the rules of nature.
Grow out in vast lands. Grow out until you've filled the mountains, the valleys and the cities green. Grow out and find your place. Grow out and be steady. Grow out with flowers of different colors, fruits of different tastes, leaves of different shapes and sizes. Grow out and stay. Grow out with strength. Grow out and die according to the rules of nature.
Rules of nature, fate, meant-to-bes.
We belong to the same seed, the same root, the same stem. We were separated by time and by nature. The seed has to grow. The stem has to grow. The tree has to build its branches. Now, we belong to different branches but we belong to the same tree. Soon, small branches sprung out of branches. Small branches grow and create another branches. The we came along and we were surprised. We were not so distant. Others came along too. Yes, we belong to different branches but we were not so distant.
We were united by nature and time. The wind was warm and gentle and we were filled with joy. With warmth and joy, we grow.
As we grow, the wind came tired and cold. Yet we were still hoping it will return. We grow in hope this time. Soon the wind came back but it was more colder and swift. We did not understand. We did hold on. Resist to let go. Resist to let go.
Soon, we do not belong to the same tree anymore. We have to let go. The wind carries me and I was surprised. It was warm and gentle again. Now I understand. And I know you do as well.
Pick out and unite. Pick out and divide. Pick out according to the rules of nature. Grow out in vast lands. Grow out and find your place. Grow out according to the rules of nature.
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