Sea of Futures

They flow through a beautiful stream
by which nightingales sing sweetly.

They gush out of dirty drains,
carrying away all kinds of rubbish.

They slide slowly down a river
together with fishing boats and barges.

They run hastily along a canal
attached to a dam for hydro-electric project.
They are actually nothing but futures.

In the end,they are collected into a sea.

We are the ones to sail across in a boat.
Who will come with us for that voyage?

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