A million million drops of rain,
Fall from the sky on parched terrain,
The villagers with arms upraised,
Imbib this nectar and give praise.
A million million rays of sun,
Caress the land and slowly run,
Along the farrows and the field,
Warming seeds to golden yield.
A million million forms of life,
Fill oceans, without fear or strife;
The only danger comes from Man,
Who tries to grab all that he can.
Each day a thousand million people rise,
In silence, throng to cities in the skies,
Filling a tiny niche or space,
Not asking why this is the case.
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