The great the tree not using any words,
Words are the violators of natural law,
Sons and daughters of nature here we are.
Incurable diseases here the words, take note,
Words can build, words can ruin dear, your world.
Handle with care each word at every place,
Faith, not anyone uttering so much in loud voice,
Dust cloud all from top to bottom not good, not fair.
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