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Mother Nature’s Love for me No Poverty

Each ray of the golden sun, I see the tears in their eyes,
Each drop of a vast sea. We think that these are the lies.
each gust that blows around,
announces her love for me. Every night I hear their cries,
Is this what we want and is this wise?
Each flower that blossoms,
each graceful blade of greenery They shiver in the winter without a house
Every drop of dew on them. Living in open areas with insects and a mouse
Announces her love to me.
Oh Jesus Christ,
All the hues in the sky, Is this nice?
Each ripe fruit in the trees. Lack of food,
Every murmur of all the brooks, Winters with no hood.
Announces her love to me. Groans and sigh

Every gush of air I breathe, We need to think and take our society higher.
Everything that I see,
Screams out to proclaim, Suhani Suri
Mother nature’s love to me. MYP -4

Dhruva Jindal
MYP- 4

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