Even the leaves keep themselves green,
anticipating the sun rays sheen
Mountains do not fall down,
gazing at the distant sky; they do not frown
Rivers continue to flow
Stars continue to show
every day and every night
they gift us the same beautiful sight
Irrespective of a reason
Unbiased to any season
grow and grow, until; you must
turn all despair to dust.
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