Why do we fret so?

Stop and smell the sweet scents.

Take time to relish your rewards.

Yet we wear ourselves down to arrive at the next destination.

Does the day fuss over the sun rise?

Do the sands on the shore stew over the waves?

Are the robins frazzled over the frozen ground?

Or do they know better than us?

Fret

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