When we are still, our thoughts are calm
Do not make us insane, plead the rhythmic waves
I've seen your history, destruction is your fame
We are equals, respect each other, said the mighty earth
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Colourless, odorless and invisible storm still provokes thought. Nature has magical power. Storm comes and goes far. This does not last for long. We hope for positive morals to learn calmness and patience to overcome obstacles. An excellently drafted poem this is...10