The God
The God
The wind is unseen
And it blows
The sky is green
So high spreads.
The flower nicely blossoms
The bee roundly moves
The butterfly happily revolves
The gardens and forests.
The stream blows murmuringly
The birds sing merrily
The rain falls top toply
All seem us Godly.
God is the creator
He is the supreme master
Let's always bow down
With heartfelt devotion.
