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Along the road to the estuary
Where the sandbanks serve as homelands of wild geese, wild ducks and herons Yet the missals of human’s litter has bombarded the wetlands Which are meant to be the paradise of creations So roll your sleeves, smear your palms Clear out any trash that might be Host a beach-cleaning campaign at the isolated land Take along the grace of waterbirds Bring the children into the nature Flow with the rhythm of water and air Row after the swirling trace of wings and fins Right here, we learn by what we do, what we experience |