A river…
A river is flowing from a distant stream,
To where it will go, from where it has been.
The path of the river is filled with stones,
Neither does it cry, nor does it mourn.
Strong is its strength; mighty is its will,
It always moves on, it never is still.
Lovely is its nature, contribution its goal,
Preserving nature - its primary role.
The river flows on, waiting for none
It never halts for- the rising of Sun.
Beauty is immense in its pearly shine,
All is good with it, all is fine.
Nature has developed an element divine
The river has no boundaries, it has no lines
Amazing is its presence, amazing its life
It is easy to understand, uncomplicated to realize.
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