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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Butterflies and Dragonflies Butterflies and dragonflies flutters in daze, all around, remaining oblivious to the maze ! Their little world of nectar, pollen and flowers, giving more than it takes as it squats and hovers ! Seem to know about seasons and weather - well enough, to swarm hither and thither ! In its own little world in its own little space, carving a niche, knowing it's in no mad-race. Minding its own world and mind only for that, but, when the man came - it lost out in the spat ! On the highways and on the black floor, many a collision - showed them their final door. Those speeding machines, so huge and heavy, by which many a life, as toll, 'O' man you levy ! Right to life for all - only verbally so, a tall claim, man continues to contrive with hit and run maim. Inclusive life - for all form and species to live, Consuming little, very many ways to just give; Everyone in place with each one in its space, Greed - this rate, will evict them - leaving no trace ! Oh man - oh man, in your speed crazy world, putting lives at your whip, many miseries untold; Razed many a forest and dug many a mine, shunting lives out at your whim, thinking all is fine! Days not far, you'll realise, this dig is for human race - permanent a grave for sure at this mindless pace. Volitional stake, a place so high in evolution, but what is gleaned - a sense of utter commotion ! Is there a way that they intrude - would like to know ? Pray tell the way, if they do - into your grand show. Decay and rot in time, a part of their ephemeral life, prefer it in nature's course, and not with such strife!
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