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The Old Rock

The old rock                                        
Stood on the sea shore,                      
Weathered by many a storm,                
Over years of seasons galore.                

It often wondered all by itself,                                            
"What am I doing here ?                        
What is the purpose of my life.      
Till when will I be there ?".                          

One day there was a high tide,          
With water and its sound,                          
A little fish came swimming,              
And lay down by its side.                          

The full moon rose up in the skies,    
And cast its nightly shadows,            
The old rock stood out shining            
With a halo and stars around.                      

"Thank you dear friend you saved me,                                                
From being washed on sand,
Because of you I'm back to sea,      
You stopped me from the land".                                  

Thus spoke the fish and swam away,                                                  
The rock had saved its life,                
It heaved a deep sigh of relief            
As sunshine brought the day.
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