Even Eternity Is Fleeting
If the Earth is a tree,
Then we are all of the leaves.
Even eternity is fleeting.
As seasons go by,
We all live and die.
For eternally we are free,
Yet time is the illusionary.
If the Earth is a tree,
Then we are the fallen leaves.
Rebirthing, dying cyclically.
Even death is sleeping.
As dreams become true,
We all live through and through.
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