There shall come a day,
When this greenery
Shall just be a speck of memory.
Those waters will soon be gone,
And the remains of those lilies,
So proudly rising from the mud,
Shall be one with it.
And that red bridge,
Shining so bright
Amidst the green paint,
Shall soon remain a remnant,
– a rusty creaky reminder,
Of the beautiful Nature,
That once lived here–
Lest conscious regained !!
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