i dig up a pond
for big necessity
next year i go there
under the hyacinth
i find some natural fishes
they helped me many days
making delicious dishes
variety of cat fishes group
natural water marshy land fishes
and small shrimps were there
but who cutivate them there
the rain water
the windy blasts
even the cloud
brings natural fishes
and eggs in the new pond
isn't mom nature kind to us
mom is feeding us
um grateful to her
who gave me some natural fishes in the opnd
the fishes i didn't take care nor did i feed them
but they abudently
so human is not a problem to nature
nature is not a prob to human
but those who fill up lands
whimsically destroying canals, rivers or small brooks
they are enemies of man and nature
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