heart to listen, heart to keep, heart to do

Drops of the rain soon will make a parched land mould
to be a gentle and plow-able one
to be sown with a well dried seed
until its shoot comes up under the warmth of morning sunshine

The patience of still river
flows meekly through the little water channel
reaches its roots and nourishes the new planted

The flamingo sees how the nature work quietly
but his heart filled with warmness that he begins to sing
a loud song telling a wonderful story

Be still, be still wholly in the good soil, O seed
hidden under the ground
that you may not over-exposed to the heat of Sun
keep silent there, worry not
because the Good Soil nourishes you with the best goodness

It is below there, in the low part
unseen, hidden in lowly place
so that you might spring a new sprout
a new one with young green leaves
does have a strong and deep root by the streams of water

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