You can’t catch butterflies in a storm
They die, wings broken, antenna torn
Birds don’t dare strong winds, flowers shed
Animals hide from blizzards in panic’s bed
Famine scourges the wild, even bees lose bite
When a season fails to flourish, nothing seems right
A drought kills lush pastures, fruit don’t sprout
How everything is humbled by nature’s turnabout!
For us, who survive with steel in our wheels
the impetuous push of ambition fires our heels
The moon long been reached, and sound breached
Science above nature and creation is being preached
Animals do live in hierarchies but live by nature’s will
It is man who has a superficial, cruel hierarchy built
The desire for undue advantage, the fixation for borders
And his mind is alone obsessed by artificial pecking orders
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