I am little drop of water,
Thousands of like me joint together to form a river
My journey starts from a high hill,
With lots of thrill.
I slope from there with high speed,
Swimming with fishes of different breed.
Shining in the sun,
And passing through the fern,
Polluted by none.
Then, I reach the plain land,
With lots of big trend.
At night shining in the lights of tall buildings and towers,
And twinkling like the stars.
At last travelling thousands of mile,
I reach the blue.
From there I go up,
To fill the streams which are dried up.
So, when I fall on the hills and mountains,
I again start my journey of strains,
And I again grable on the pebble,
Everybody calls my this eternal journey water cycle.
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