Oceans are mighty dark and deep,
With a lovely blue fantastic seep,
Roaring incessantly in a beep,
Circling the land in a sweep,
Hosting a lovely charm to the peep.
River is a small sister to the sea,
With a clear crystal like water free,
Flowing mildly in a humble be,
Irrigating the land without a fee
Posing a gentle grace to the see.
The sea has extensive water salty,
The river has limited water tasty,
Whales and sea gulfs live loftily
Fish and tadpoles breathe lively
A life of small and big around daily.
Rivers rise from the mount,
As small springs in the fount,
Gain power and speed in a count
Adding strength as they dismount,
Presenting a cherished beauty to the account.
The river travels through rocks and lands,
Enriching itself with varieties of herbal strands,
Passing through cultivated fields and barren sands,
Invigorating the soil to a rich fertilised brand,
Making the toiling farmers a happy band.
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