Learning the act of pleasing

Winds gust, rain decants, fire blazes
Plants stoop, flowers bloom, birds chant
all this seen in the mind of a pleaser

Winds gusting to the far off land, breezing the heat
Rain decants to barren land, to bring life
Fire blazes to burn the evil, to please the good
an act of pleasing by nature

Plants stoop, to the gusty winds
Flowers bloom to the decanting rains
Birds chant to the blazing fires
bringing life to its shape, an act of pleasing

We are all pleased with nature, day after day
Yet we do so little to please others, without returns
Ohh mother please forgive us for being insensible
we are learning the act of pleasing....

- Haha (Written May 05)

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