In the ocean,
Rises a tide,
To distort the reflection,
of the sky so wide.
The sand-dunes of the desert,
Change with time
The date palm trees,
Stand to recite the sacred hymn.
The green trees of d forest,
Under d open sky,
Stand to shelter,
all d wild creatures and d fireflies.
The cool winter breeze,
Or the warm summer air,
Touches mankind,
With gentleness and care.
I bow in gratitude,
And take a pledge,
To save the benovalent nature,
from cruel hands pushing it off the edge.
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