Every me

The sun rises up and down, so the moon was
The wind blow, with the clouds and rain
The water could turn river into ocean
The fire are always burn, became an ashes
The land wider than it looks
The skies higher than ours dignity

By the old man that tell wisely
By the youngers that change
By the childern that play along
By the babies that cries

There is so much hate in love
And yet so much love in hate