The beautiful nature that I deny.
The consciences of my soul that I deny.
But I can't deny that the water in a bottle or a cup
can quench my thirst.
The water that kills my thirst.
The nature that inspires my conscience.
On a beautiful morning it fills with a prayer, a poem, a reading and conversation.
The water that kills my hate.
The water that brings me happiness and peace in my heart.
The water that comes from nature.
And I grow with my conscience.