Streams.
Beautiful streams
Created by the nature.
Flowing among the hills and vales.
without any fear.
When I see among the hills,
I saw, the water rushing down,
clear way,
Producing a sweet voice.
Dear streams,
You are brother to us.
You like a mother.
To erase our thirst.
Always, you give fresh hopes.
You can relax
Our confuse mind.
Not only you supply a house,
Whole the animals of aquatic.
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