Nature

A stream of water
Flowing above motor
Making count the meter
With working of filter
Making it milder
From the wilder
for the user
Because its Nature
Which decides its feature,
A gust of wind
Around the hill
Being very much kind
It gives a hint
To catch up your will
Don't let the smoke arise from the grill
Because its Nature
Which decides its future
A heap of dust
Still on a plane
A steep slope for an ant
But  not tough for one who wants to stand
Not too hight nor too grand
Just a hill which went away with water and wind
But stood still it can
'cause of its Nature
Which decides the armature
It still stands, in form of an island
In the mid of rain and sand way-laid yet useful to others

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