Slowly slowly the creeper creeps,
Cupping all the creations there in.
A tinge of wave passes through,
And salubrious the whole becomes.
Feeling the joy evermore
The giver and the taker rejoice
Both, Opening the tendrils
In compassion divine.
Slowly slowly the breeze blows
And songs gets clearer and clearer
Here he all comes
Treading all along
Such is the haste
Not all is left behind
Here comes soil
And here comes water
Slowly, slowly the days passes by
Slowly, slowly it gets enveloped
In the fold
Whose all is ALL DIVINE!
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