The sky is singing,
pouring life unto earth.
Its cotton soaked through,
bringing rain to us.
The sky is roaring,
we can not disrespect.
The sound of thunders dance,
loudness fills below.
Waters from above reaching
right beneath the ground.
Passing by our eyes,
through centuries of soil;
Springs of well-being,
blessings be mankind to.
© Joel Yap
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