Melihat alam itu berkembang mekar,kita bakal dapat merasai ketenangan hidup.
This poem is made by my friend( Thank You Syaza Nadrah)
She stood firm, with roots that claw to the solid ground;
broke her arms as she stretched out to bend it;
swayed, she swayed and danced with the wind;
there she escaped to her sacred haven,
where she blossomed into beauty
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