On the day, I am very lonely,
Sitting by the river I toss stones.
and you sing for me,
Your melodious baritones .
That day, I cried when my heart broke,
My tears flowed so did rain,
As if you are crying with me ,
Or gently wiping away my pain.
Battling sorrows handling pleasures
I lay exhausted in your laps
Dear nature you have always
been "MY HELPING HAND."
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