Abe V Rotor
Flow from the hills,
play on the rivulets,
laugh with the brook,
feed the river,
make it full and strong and swell,
mirror the land and sky
before you bursts into waterfall.
Delight many a wide-eyed child,
make him afraid that he will be brave,
awed to gain respect,
mystified to explore and learn,
subdued to be determined.
Flow, flow forever in his mind;
throb, throb in his heart
with the thunder of love,
the whisper of humility,
and into his soul
fill the font of eternity.
Don't Cut the Trees, Don't! AVR-UST 2010
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