Life


Life is a marvel to behold,
With everything growing,

From birth until old.
Reproducing into the fold.

Interconnected in so many ways,
Making use of both nights and days.

Made up of both predator and prey,
Necessary to balance the sway.

Enriching the Earths thin soil,
With countless species spoil.

Enriching the Earths thin atmosphere,
With oxygen enough to spare.

Enter the most aggressive life form,
Seeking to exploit regardless of harm.

Life becomes made of metal and rust,
With it, the destruction of all trust.

Life becomes digital at its core,
Organic life can survive no more.

All life topples down the food chain.
What is progress when there is no gain?


All

All Life Supports Our Life by Ron AI

Humankind has been looting EarthÕs life for so long,
it has become second nature to amass great wealth of
no use except bragging rights.

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