Why, oh why, do we forget the little things?
The veins in a leaf, a humming bird's wings?
The lonely rose that couldn't wait for spring,
Or the peace that a breeze can bring?
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Did God make these things for nothing?
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Instead, we'd rather be locked away,
Remain glued to our screens...
And when we want to look
it's
too
LATE
.
