Catch this blue ball
Flower filled
By the form of the atom inside us
That remembers
How hard are the balls of the earth
As they will come over us.
Full of flowers, ice, mud
All that now we trample on
Once will definitely fall over us.
Till then, plant trees,
Sow smiles and flowers
On the sad faces around us.
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