Kind words do a fragrance leave,

Long after you've gone,

Smell the hands of the rose- seller,

At night and then at dawn.

Sunset lives in memory,

The orange lingers on,

To dispel the darkness

When by storms you’re struck at sea,

There's little you can do,

Except to place your hopes and faith,

In God and your hands two.

Walk the morning dew if you please,

Get connected to the skies,

Make the most of the early breeze, And

A day well spent and a restful

Who is wise and who knows more?

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