The wet season and the dry season;
Living in the land of my muse,
But, i've a message for you.
Stall, tall, all!
Wet or dry;
Tray, ray!
To roll up the sea like carpet and,
To let the land appear! !
But, with the sweet muse of love.
Wet or dry!
To eat up the earth like cake and,
To let it be covered with water once again;
Bray, ray!
But, joy is the heart that shares.
Wet or dry!
With new habitations and new life;
Dray, ray, day!
All being part of the Hands of the Creator.
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