I went along the forest edge
In expedition, the twittering wren
In the moon bright, the sky azure peg
I can see species awake from their pen
Walking in gliding motion
Cogitating the chirping sound
I conceive their notion
Of wisdom unbound
The sun rising chamels wide
Spreading its rays, everything become clear
The journey begins along the side
Of my mind's errand to shear
The species scenic in the sky
Sight fetching vanquish insect around
Swims and grab, then fly high
Set again for flesh they could found
Their placid and pleasing approach
In variety colour baffled first where to land
Like a refugee been reproach
Only land on open heart and hand
But where on earth
A scorpion ignore a foot beneath it
To pass adjacent or cross it part
Without it throwing out it's spit
Thus put me in perplex pleasure
But I ought to Bury this ambivalent
No! No, how easy could our gesture
Hide and ignore the malevolent
But am I to complain
When protesters still immature
To discard the disdain they proclaim
Self own without mind been nurture
Now we took to cleft
To our acquainted structures
The wont we left
And took into guest gestures
Tell me, oh man of best creation
For how long shall we continue to live
The love that we hate each others complexion
And others term misfit, what's ours soul motive.
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