As the tide does turn,
With its ebb and flow.
So a tree will bend,
As the wind does blow.

As a pain will ease,
With a loving touch.
So sorrow will fade,
If the need is much.

As all life will end,
When its time is through.
So love will disappear,
If you allow it to.

As youth turns to age,
And the seasons must go
Live life to its fullest,
Before the wind does blow.

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