The flowers bloom
The young shine and bright
The days ahead look so nice
The butterflies and bees arrive
You watch the pollination
Nature make her days
Every one has a part to play
Like clock work it never fails
The patterns within the circle
It rings the sound each has to play
Nobody is down graded or put aside
Every part to make the whole process
What's wrong with humans?
They forget the parts to make it whole
They take what they like
They forget others down the line
In the ink of our lives
The existence of our race
We forget the whole part of life
So here we are still struggling to get it right!
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