It’s serene
It’s clear
She flows in a steady way
She fertile all her way
Perception color her prettiness
She will lug all scrap
She feed who trust her
Dedicated to flourish the life
Never arrogant or egocentric
She is worshiped as mother
The nerve of the land; the stream of water
The first creation of nature
Eternal and carry the sin of all
She was bunged by the proud of human
She will perish and all will perish
Tribute to her as a sinner….
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