Skipping stones on a pond, never looking far beyond
Each touch making a ripple, no thought a bird to cripple
A rock thrown unintended, hits a bird, its life now ended
Damage done its feathers offended, an injury that can't be mended
Powerful a word said, leaving broken wings of one that's dead
Where we step carefully tread, to not leave beauty broken flowers bled
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