The beating of rain drops
Holds the reins when mind gallop
The pleasantness of the soul
To reach making the goal.
In winter nature dressing white
Clarity of vision keeps in sight
Beaming and redeeming hope
The journey of progress not to stop.
The life we know so well
To live Mother Nature tell
With every chirp in the morning
It wishes us fresh beginning.
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