In its tranquility says the sea,
To even in hell always blee.
To have a mind where peace would walk by,
To have an ocean of peace endless as the sky.
In its pleasing ripples says the river,
No matter the times never to quiver.
Never to halt just as the falls,
To conquer thy fears and break the abyssal walls.
In its stlillness says the lake,
To stay still in thought whatever the quake.
Even in ocean if thee are a drop,
If there is contribution never to stop.
In its eternity says the ocean,
To whatever the work marry devotion.
Whatever the circumstances never to quake,
For only after a long dark nigh comes the daybreak.
In their melodies say the waters-
To be pious however filthy the quarters.
To be sustained even in a drop,
For only the seed of perseverance would yield an opulent crop.
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When Will the Moon Die?
PoetryIf Moon was a Child and spring his youth, He'd cry for a flower and die of sloth.
