The flowers sway and the trees groan,
And they make time for you.
The mountains stand and the streams flow,
And they make time for you.
The birds soar and the animals scurry,
And they make time for you.
I travel from here to there and do everything in between,
Yet I don't make time for you.
My time has come and the stillness will prevail,
I will make time for you.
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