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Grateful Nature
Nature
The sound of the forest roar,
Resonates with every four,
Down the bushy parts,
Over the horizon,
Cricket has its own charm,
And the tree sings,
Chanting in awe as they swing,
Cheering the birds,
Glorifying the blue sky.
For they have no worries
And never do they lack
For the wandering air
Blesses them with Life
And they are contented
For they see riches as vanity
And they never wished to be
Someone else
©️ The Whisper
The sound of the forest roar,
Resonates with every four,
Down the bushy parts,
Over the horizon,
Cricket has its own charm,
And the tree sings,
Chanting in awe as they swing,
Cheering the birds,
Glorifying the blue sky.
For they have no worries
And never do they lack
For the wandering air
Blesses them with Life
And they are contented
For they see riches as vanity
And they never wished to be
Someone else
©️ The Whisper
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