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The sky does not know who built the smoky chimney,

still it gives sun and moon,

the tree does not know who cuts their roots,

still it keeps giving sweet and shade.

The earth does not keep count of who is walking,

still she keeps her arms always open,

the animal does not know where the poachers are,

still it forgives and hopes one day it stops.

The new born does not know your name,

still the child holds your fingers,

the path does not know its destination,

still it lets the travellers find theirs.

Nobody knows the meaning of life,

still fight to protect their religion,

nobody knows the meaning of life,

still search the answers in pages but the inner sky.

Light only knows to spread to all,

forests only know to listen,

stars only know to guide,

love only knows to heal.