Beneath a fleet of dried out clouds and aftermath;
A deceptive dark revisit the pregnant forest
Worried about the buried million marks on rest!
Ants foraging on a sheet of dampen soft soil
In the middle of the forest on a deserted trail;
Naïve looking by sitting on a flying dead leaf
Not worried a little of touching the green roof!
Butterflies gathering barrels of fresh nectar,
Visiting by every unwelcomed mean flower;
Gliding above and below the loaded forest
Smiling as if they were gathered the best!
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