The Pearl, Nature

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I am a three version number of three thousand three
hundred and fifty six of many years of an earl
About a hundred people know me but never known
me Africa's so biggest treasure
The Pearl.

I speak of secrets of conspiracy with God
To stand secrets of beauty and gladness as
they say an ember sparked with softly glow
Many neighbors have grown and gone yet
I, the pearl still remains.

I, the pearl still remains
The pillar of twisted iron and harm against the
new sickly sky under a parched sun, Desert.
I am natured with beauty that has endured many
whips and scorns cast upon me.
I tell you a secret?
I always think of the scotches, the goodness and badness
but I still remain an ever freshness blooming like
lotus that is yet to unfold its hidden petals and
spread a fragrance far and wide.

I am a green tree standing with silence that seems
To be ascetic abandoning all pleasures of destruction
I am a treasure to cherish never to perish
The light winds always rustle the miniature stalks
of the saplings, blowing the debris around.
that makes I to dance softly throughout the day
I stay tall.

I watch myself glow, shake and drop
few tickled rain drops for me to remember.
Nor policy No crane crew can serve
Another half to bring down my easy body.
I hold my beauty.