['Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes-every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon the soul of man.']-Orison Swett Marden
A man drowns in the deep river
and he waves,
O I feel embarrassed and sad
As I cannot jump into the river
and rescue him because
inability of masterly swimming?
I shrieked and raised my feeble hands into the sky
O what a pity I saw only the passing clouds?
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