Let tomorrow come when it will,
The sun bows low behind the hill.
Night will wash away the day,
Soft as mist, it slips away.
In the quiet, stars will speak,
Guiding those who dare to seek.
The moon, a lantern hung on high,
Illuminates where shadows lie.
No need to grasp, let go your hold,
Each moment flows, both soft and bold.
The river bends, the current sways,
The future waits, as stillness plays.
What comes, will come, and then will go,
The seeds of change, we barely know.
Trust the balance, yield to flow—
Let tomorrow bring its glow.
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