Green green mountains,
they spray water like fountains;
I have duties like those mountains,
Wish if i could feel those fountains.

I see heaps big and small
like the chances I need to haul
nut,my life's too small
my conscience often get a haul.

The drudgery dissolved in a cup of tea
at times - closed from glee,
that warming cup of tea;
fills me with all the needed glee.

This is not a childish rhyme,
you can't understand the sublime.
I tell you this is a powerful rhyme,
after all it's to sublime.

Not you can understand me
because,I'm not the he or she,
I'm the unique me,
different from the he and she.

It's simple-you and me- together
Isn't it humble?You and me- stronger.
We can win this together
and,we will die together and stronger.