Rise and fall: nature's way. Without hurry it comes.
It comes like a storm at its zenith, like a wind at its strongest, a tide that mounts and spills its watery excess and retreats to a calm, placid sea.
It is the way of nature to return, to find that place of equilibrium; it is patient and unhurried.
And so it goes that storms subside, that crises pass, that sorrow flees and runs its course It is the way that hearts revive, that life returns, that joy once more blossoms in the soul.
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