Giving is a gift which keeps Giving (poem)

The anonymous birds in the trees, chirping away my blues, is asking me to keep chanting.

The gentle caress of the breeze, stopping by to kiss my cheeks, is asking me to keep caring.

The warm Sun in the blue sky, soothing my whole being, is asking me to keep on smiling.

The firm ground in the green park, cleaning away my stresses, is asking me to keep giving.

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Aum Tat Sat (God is Truth)