"The Worker of the River"

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No noise, no brilliant reputation, But keeping life with silent love.

"The Worker of the River"
 
Amidst the rustling green grass by the stream,
There is a beaver who is not afraid of the flowing rain.
Small hands - big dreams built in the heart,
Persistently building dikes, keeping the water source of life.
 
Each bite is a prayer,
 
Each branch is a diligent song.
No noise, no brilliant reputation,
But keeping life with silent love.
 
Brown fur bears the mark of the Ancestors,
Eyes look far, know the way back to the land.
 
The little worker - the soul of the river,
Teaching us to love every drop of peace.
 
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