The Divine Treasure

Streams and ponds slowly becoming dry The scorching heat of summer is there The cowherd walked along with the cows And leads them to a safe drinking source Once his forefathers taught the lesson There in the forest there are springs The coolest water source on this earth You find out the source on your own But be cautious, never disclose the source Unless ensured the source in safety The thickened forests covers the springs There a mythology of demons stands and watches Anyone destroying the spring will be punished Someone planting trees will be rewarded With sweetness of wild fruit and water To quench thirst for you and cows In the vicinity there is a grassy meadow That gives enough to the cows to eat Their cow dung helps as real manures And fertile land it converts for future Springs the source of natural water Not in bottles for sale but as a divine treasure.