I am that.
All of that.
Sorrow and beauty.
Sadness and joy.
Both wise and empty.
For I live in the paradox
of an earthly world.
Seen and unseen.
I float among the soft breeze
and sing amongst
the babbling brooks.
I crash like the waves
and stand tall as a tree,
and as small as an ant.
I am but a dream,
I recreate at dawn.
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