90. “All is flux, nothing stays still.” ―
Plato
In life's grand tapestry, a shifting hue,
All is flux, nothing stays still, it's true.
From dawn's first light to dusk's farewell,
Every moment's a tale to tell.
The sands of time, they constantly shift,
Leaving behind only the wispy drift.
The trees, they sway and dance with grace,
Their leaves, a fleeting, ephemeral trace.
The seasons come, and go, they play,
A never-ending cycle, night and day.
The wind whispers secrets, of a bygone age,
As the pages of life, turn with the stage.
The waves, they crash, and the tides, they
flow,
A constant ebb and flow, we know.
The stars, they twinkle, like diamonds in the
sky,
A celestial ballet, for the eye to try.
The world is in a state of flux, it's true,
But in this change, there's beauty, too.
So let us embrace, this ever-changing tide,
And find joy, in life's rhythmic ride.
AKSHR
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