Mother Nature is a creator, flowers bloom in splendour,
Creatures multiply from her, and procreate just like her,
Everything that aptly grows is growing from her nurture,
And she loves all of life, sprouting like God in our spring
Watching over us all, and so administrating birds to sing
A chorus throng of us all to belong in existent existence -
But some are favoured more than others with a blessing
Such as being us with the best logic and common-sense,
Underneath every hide would like our ride I'm stressing.
Lambs are led to slaughter, at the ripe old age of two,
Noah led the animals in the ark two by two to pursue
Lives worthy to save, so they wouldn't meet their grave,
But it's in a human's nature not to save as we don't behave.
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