True Love

Though they fail often
The tides try again and again
To transform the rocks into art
Aren't they really smart?

They aim high, determination is above the sky
For each failure, their attempts multiply
They are intelligent and diligent
Same devotion day and night

Never take any rest
Always keep infinite zest
Eternal throbbing aspiration
Whence they get magical inspiration!

Who did holy whisper into their ears?
Putting same effort for years
Presenting the necklace of shapes
To the Mother Nature, the birthday cakes!