I say to my soul.

Thou should rest beneath the shade of trees, for they vary not in their loyalty.
Thou should enjoy the gentle breeze cause they carry not any casualty.
Thou should lay on the grass for they feel no pain nor injuries.
But thou should be wise amongst all odds of everything.

For when the leaves fade and the wind cease, the grass wither and you're left somber. Nothing in this world will be your guide, so let wisdom be the better man.

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