the delicate equilibrium of life
The time has come
the caterpillar knows it
it feels it has to cocoon
and the wasp flies
from cradle to cradle
flower to flower
and the thawing of icy fields
into lush verdant meadows
lure the bears
the cyclic hassle of life
never pausing
ever changing
all the grains of sand on earth
don't make up for all the stars in the universe
the delicate equilibrium of life
how can man not be awe-struck
in this sensical madness
this organized chaos
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| Auteur: Yao the Stoic | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 april 2012 | ||
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