Nature is always bless
But people seldom talk
About colourful dress
That we can see when walk.
Nor sunrise and nor sunset,
People are out of their mood,
They wanna say what they'll get
By the fishing and conveying wood.
Looking from abrupted beach
At pinking water lay
People without long speech
"Blessings!"-they can say.
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