Feel the wind that had blow,
In the world upon below,
Right and left till it slow,
When it stop it will glow.
See the bird of today,
Singing at the edge of the bay,
In the day of lovely Sunday,
It is music no need to pay.
Watch the sea with its waves,
Between the holes of the caves,
Makes me wonder how they behaves,
A good way that can be save.
The king shines with all its bright,
Because it is warm and always light,
Even the dark it is right,
Showing light to the righteous might.
Now the time has come,
For me to walk to home,
A home looks like dome,
This story is part of my tome.
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