Unleash your powers...to complete your gain,
drench us all...in the healing, of your monsoon like rain.
Consciences cleared with every single rain drop,
flooding of your wild passions...never ceasing to stop.
Barriers and our levy`s begin to break,
our lust filled lands all turned into your love of all life, filled lake.
Streams silently seducing...their very lows,
all underground to what...only Mother Nature knows.
Rivers rage with their currents and strength,
Man made land...scared along its entire length.
To the sea, in a wash of our waste,
water to water...to rid the land...of Mans bad taste.
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