Big Race

 

The bubbled streams and brooks  again

disturb the rain

dismay the trees

amaze the breeze.

Together they stumble the ground

on their way down

to happy plain

to meet the rain.

They increase their speed at the sight

of  the great  might

of  quiet  sea

with joyful glee.

 

Agatha Lai


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