Fish dart left and right in the lake
Leaping to escape their predators.
They rush against eddies, caught in whirlpools
Struggling to find a way to survive.
Seeking shelter in streams and channels
They swim forward and backward to
Outwit the treacherous snakes
That chase swiftly after them.
Snakes hunt in these deadly waters.
The panicked fish dart in fear, gills quivering.
Then from the air a hungry white heron
Swoops down and stabs at their fins.
To be born fish on this great planet
Is to struggle beyond what one can ensure.
They bemoan their sorrowful condition.
What can free them from this perpetual suffering?
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