While it is

There's no hurry
there's no worry
it will come soon enough,
the work, the
world, the cold ground,
try to breathe
and appreciate
the waking, the walking,
now, while you
have the chance.  While
the sun still comes up
in the morning
and the moon comes
out at night -
there is no fright, no
alarm, all is calm
forgotten, breathe
gentle sweet child
breathe the free air
while it is.
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