"Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky, How beutiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness There is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with the music of many leaves,
Which in due season fall and are blown away. And this is the way of life"
- Krishnamurti
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