Sehat

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Sehat

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O wondrous gift, the health of mortal frame,  
That precious boon bestowed by Nature’s hand,  
With sinews strong and vigor artful flame,  
A harmony 'twixt soul and body stand.  
Yet, prithee, dost thou ponder deep the plight  
Of fragile flesh, which doth decay and wane?  
For every joyful morn doth yield to night,  
And every sweetened breath may bring its bane.  
In seeking health, we oft forget the mind,  
That subtle muse, which shapes our very being;  
For what is strength if fevered thoughts are blind,  
Or if the spirit’s song lacks joyous freeing?  
So let us cherish both the body’s grace  
And nurture well the soul, our truest space.  
For in the balance lies the sacred art,  
Wherein our journey melds, both life and heart.