The Limp and Fragile Flower

Have you ever wondered about

How many worlds live on our tiny Earth

Hiding out of our sight,

Which we unknowingly hurt?

 

On that limp and fragile flower

A colony of bugs could strive

Healthy and happy,

Strong and alive.

 

Every morning when they wake up

The sun shines on their backs

Laziness and sadness

Their happy home lacks.

 

Until that dreadful morning

When the clouds are a dull grey.

When the bugs, not to die

All hope and pray.

 

When we pick that limp fragile flower

And with one squash with our hands,

Destroy the bugs’ whole beautiful life.

 

Thanks for reading! ๐Ÿ™‚

Sincerely,

Gabriella

๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

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