A clear stream of pure love across the green valley of life
throbbing with an invisible expression of a kind concern
for every living being engaged in ceaseless, endless strife;
a ripple of demure desire silenced in the body of a mellow river
withdrawing to sleep at the bend of her bank in the depth of night
but sleepless before the night bird's twitters at the brood's hunger;
a flow of relentless energy in all forms replenishing bees and trees
filling sun light and moon beams with a priceless treasure trove
that gives strength and urges us to survive after all calamities.
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