The dace,
Dancing in the stream,
With elegance and grace,

The cold didn’t bother her,
Nor did the alps snow,
For she was meant to swim,
Whether dark or in glow.

And when observed with precision,
You would be amazed to see,
For they swim against the current,
For getting the food that they need.

So when a dace,
With not even a squirt of your brain,
Decide to fight out,
Whether in cold or in rain.

What is your excuse?
To not chase your dream,
If a dace can do it,
What stopping you to beam?

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