A duck with a vision, a duck with a plan, Sui rose from the waterfowl clan. His power of water has strengthened his hand, Grinds stones into pebbles, reshapes the land. A builder, a sculptor, with beauty at hand, Carving out silence where stillness can stand. But don’t cross this duck or disturb his zen— One knock from the current, you won’t try again. Step loud by his river? You’re checked all the same, No need for a greeting, no need for a name. The whispers flow downstream, steady and low, Of a duck you don’t test, though you won’t see him show. Calm at the core, no anger, no fear, He keeps the flow balanced, the waters run clear. The river speaks first—he answers in time, Body in motion, spirit in rhyme. No summons was spoken when currents ran wild, No plea left his beak when the chaos compiled. The river chose him when he was but a child, a life of dedication out there in the wild.

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