Rivers saturated with their own water,
Rain flooding the rice fields and the hills,
Chocking everything with too much abundance,
Rottening life's balance and supple lines!
Whenever something is poured in excess,
The natural becomes replaced by the forced
And one is far astray from the quintessence of Tao,
Inviting disgust, loss and decay.
Moderation is beyond common sense,
Coded in the spirit of existence,
The Sun loves to feed all,
But the hungry ones die first,
Due to intemperance and zeal!
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