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Just like a drop of elixir from the sky

Up above our head
we might not be able
To see far ahead

Our visual capability
Is limited to the skies
For our sensitive naked eyes

All we can see
Is the white fluffy mountains
We all want to touch them
Or dive in through

They contain billions
Of water droplets
Waiting eagerly
For combining with others
Become heavy enough
To fall from the sky
And nourish those civilised
It helps them to survive
Just like a drop of elixir from the sky.

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