For every leaf that falls from the tree,
A new one's born in its place,
Yesterday it wasn't there, tomorrow it may not be,
But in the now, it’s young and fresh, strong and supple,
Wind can’t blow it away, idle hands dare not pluck it,
For in the now, it strives to survive, to flourish...
A new one's born in its place,
Yesterday it wasn't there, tomorrow it may not be,
But in the now, it’s young and fresh, strong and supple,
Wind can’t blow it away, idle hands dare not pluck it,
For in the now, it strives to survive, to flourish...
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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