Minuscule Life Forms Poem by Mark Heathcote

I am, by nature, always consoled
Although sometimes I subsist
I cherish the mildew and mould,
lichens how-simply-they exist.

Taking on board their apricot surface
I've imagined minuscule life forms
living in cities, seen from space
but here, there are no thunderstorms.

It's a colony without any enemies
I'm kind of envious of this civilisation
this race without landlocked boundaries
none are attacking the next generation.

Lichens grow, I guess, in equal harmony
I fear we on Earth will never accomplish
Such well-grouped, organised-colonies
we are exemptions from a rule.