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Omica Khanna

Abstract

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Omica Khanna

Abstract

Mother Nature

Mother Nature

1 min
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Mornings first sunrise,

Are worth praise.


That breeze, that blow,

Swings branches high and low.


It is found everywhere,

Its helpful deeds are a sign of care.


We behave with it like wild,

But it still considers it as our child.


It's a blessing, token of love,

But is actually a wonder from above.



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