The bug coated in green
goes by unseen
unless you are looking carefully
We want to go by unnoticed
and become ghosts
that miserably haunt
to cause fear and distress
Why then are we not made like this?
Why are we not trees weeping to the ground
or stalks of flowers begging for nutrients?
Let us be a hidden
between life and death,
But most of all by life itself
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