Although you be tiny you are great,
Hey speck of dust, hey pollen-grain.
Dwelling in you is the cosmic tale;
You are tidings of the age,
Wings spread upon the air.
Who says you have no vitality;
Who tells there's no song in thee?
Within atom and molecule's tiers,
Vigor, it has stayed replete...
Overflowing with musical strains.
Who says loveliness you don't provide;
Who tells that no resin you ignite?
From inside abode of laterite,
With green grass you attire...
With sweet scent you dampen, free from care.
Hey speck of dust, hey pollen-grain.
Dwelling in you is the cosmic tale;
You are tidings of the age,
Wings spread upon the air.
Who says you have no vitality;
Who tells there's no song in thee?
Within atom and molecule's tiers,
Vigor, it has stayed replete...
Overflowing with musical strains.
Who says loveliness you don't provide;
Who tells that no resin you ignite?
From inside abode of laterite,
With green grass you attire...
With sweet scent you dampen, free from care.
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The story of a generation lies within its offspring.
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