I open my window
And listen to bird calls
As rain falls
To the garden below.
This is the timeless time
Of nature’s passing rhyme.
But work calls
And I must go.
Yet the fall
Of the rain
And the bird’s call
Remain
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K Morris - Poet 
This is a beautiful poem Morris. It captures a universal moment with such gentle clarity—the conflict between the soul’s desire to linger in nature’s simple, rhythmic peace and the mind’s pull toward duty. The way the rain and birdsong “remain” becomes a quiet victory, a piece of that timelessness carried within. A lovely, lingering thought.