THE BROOK REMINDS THE REALITY
Oh ocean, don't be proud of mighty power
I like to remind you cause of your origin
Me, along with a thousand of brooks and rivers
Mingled with each other and one another
To fill the great enclosed valley with water
It is a story of reality of your origin.
We all ceased all together to glorify you
Your infinity is a product of our prolapse
Why do you make always stormy -roaring?
Why do your blue waves beat innocent shore.
Never forget him who gave you shelter to dwell.
We are roots of your eternal creation
Try to be compassionate with all of us
Symbolise yourself with peace and love
It is a way to maintain your eternity.
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