Heading down wherein the forlorn bridge startles,
Chasing grounds against the leech of thunder,
At a glance in the garden I met someone new,
From the start, when the sun arises.
At hand we are!
On the dot in this burning bush
It's just on time; it's the best we are
No storm shall loot us apart
Just in means of fire against dust,
With a brave stance beyond,
Through the skies above;
We are all in can, branched-in a seal
Just like sand,
We are different from each sea
But just like water,
The sand has its own isle along with the ocean covering its nest.
Friendship is a seal from the bush, sent for people who need it
It casts a spell full of magic
It makes a ladder that has bough, affability and compassion
The real strength is justified only in night
Yet a leaf falls
Then see how the wind blew it off
And think how the ground shall catch it;
Do you think the leaf can return from tree again?
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