Like a
silver bell she danced around
Filling the
air with a blissful sound!
She gurgled
joyously like a little child,
Her steps
were gentle, her mood mild!
Naively she
danced with playful feet,
To the soulful
sounds of nature’s beat!
She was the
giver who asked for nothing,
As giving
happily made her dance and sing!
But a
callous taker is unkind and demanding
And takes as
long as she is not complaining!
He took more
than what she could happily give,
With anger she
rose, making him unfit to live!
A tiny drop
of water filled the space around her
As she was
filled with filth and felt dirty and queer!
A tiny drop
of playful water flooded the wide earth,
Washing away
her dirt, leaving life hoping for re- birth!
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| Her steps were gentle and her mood was mild... |
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