Rhyme Time
I look around me
Struggle on land and sea
Trying to be heard
Just trying to be
Onward we march
Roads without end
Filled with shiny cars
A must we pretend
Butterflies fewer
Bees so confused
Where do I fly
With honey infused
Another day fewer
With more things consumed
Used to be trees
Now carbon exhumed
But we will hopscotch
On our merry way
Doing a Fred Astaire
Another joyous day
Rabid Poet
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