An Intelligent
Standing on the beach,
And throwing the stones.
Counting the shells
And looking at the bones.
How is nature beautiful?
How great its function
Rubbish comes to the sore
Purification is its reaction
Man always produces rubbish
Eats rubbish and lives in rubbish
When Air is dirty
Rain comes to remove rubbish
What is an intelligence?
Natural system produces fresh
Who is an intelligent?
Eats fresh and produces mess.
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