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.
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