When you stop to think about it,
How everything coordinates,
Not to be confounded,
Like the wind through the trees,
Both being abated and helping out,
Spreading seeds and moving water,
Each molecule, on its own route,
And destination,
For they're all doing their own thing,
Because to make any move at all,
You need something,
Telling you, you'll be alright,
If you just do that,
And we are all given our own,
Motivational talk.
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