The Hills

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I am a high land present on earth,

Yet smaller than my brother,

Again I wish to take birth,

As beautiful and big as my brother.

Though I am beautiful,

Yet no match to my brother,

Humans think I am useful,

But not as adventurous as my brother.

Sometimes I am by oceans and rivers,

Sometimes by sand and stones,

Covered by grass like a bird with a feather,

Enjoy my life while seeing it alone.

Sometimes the cloud touch me,

Sometimes it flies high,

Sometimes they play with me,

Yet always with my brother.

I am popular all over,

But not like my brother,

I am beautiful,

Yet my brother is a proud person.

I am a high land present on earth,

Yet smaller than my brother,

Again I wish to take birth,

As beautiful and big as my brother.

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