Gods gift

It is best to see dreams,
Like the most beautiful streams.

The beautiful high fountain,
Which are in the mountains.

The shiny moon in the sky,
Hopping there would be I.

The bright beautiful sun,
Which is filled with fun.

The tall green trees,
Planting it is always free.

It is like a treasure,
To have all these is my pleasure.

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