O Great Mother Of All Poem by Wicha Surin

O Great Mother Of All



Feel the warm breeze blowing towards the bank,
Swimming in the river are children of marine,
Giving your life for those who has drunk,
Your gracious crystal gift that make the world so green.
O great mother of all, you restore all soul in the world.

Splash, splash, splash, the lady has been clashed,
yet her pain give joyease to all children dwell in her,
whenever she gone dry and no one can survive,
the her joy will die in the pain that can't define.
O great mother of all, you restore all soul in the world.

Far, far away, there come a plumpy bovine,
So thirsty and so tired it is in such time.
But when it give the lady a kiss,
Its hardship has flew away.
O great mother of all, you restore all soul in the world.

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