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To My Children
Walk along with me my children, walk along with me,
Through the grassy narrow curved path,
Away to the leaned mountain top,
Covered with green lush blanket.
Wade along with me my children, wade along with me,
Through the glass like narrow brook,
Giggles and sings over the slippery stones,
Runs downwards hastily with milky foams.
See along with me my children, see along with me,
The fluttering butterflies hither and thither,
Around the flowers smile in nature's garden,
The exotic display of spring's magic with colours.
Sing along with me my children, sing along with me,
The song of nature's fascinating beauty.
The muse and rhythm that generates,
Take us to the world of eternal joy.
Remember my children, remember,
No singers sing this marvelous beauty ever,
Nor, as such, anyone feels this wonder,
With their mortal material senses.
Bring up my children, bring up,
The immortal Divine sense with in you,
To feel and sing the hymns joyfully,
Of wonderful creation of the nature.
By
Balan
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