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I wrote this one year ago. Looking back at it, it shows me that some things have changed and somethings haven't. It shows me that I've grown as a person and as a writer in the now obvious mistakes in meter and bad half ryhmes, but it also shows me that some things haven't changed and still prove true to THIS DAY.
All the termites were proud, steady and true
Building and milling, they reached for the truth
The birds, they were calm, and confident
Raising their young, with what God had sent
But long long ago, not one knows why
These races grew hateful, and soon they tried
To kill one another as best as they could
And not live in peace as they knew they should
They both lived on, the bird and the bug
One built nests and the other, he dug
The termites’ cathedrals stretched into the sky
And the trees hosting nests loomed equally high
Then one sad day, one unlike the rest
An infamous day, a reminder at best
Two birds sent some cathedrals crashing down to the ground
In the plutonian dust, no survivors were found
Nothing endured, the landscape was sterile
The sun blotted out and the earth was made frail
They finally managed to wipe themselves out
To the birds and the termites there was no other route
So that’s the story of the bug and the bird
And since its happening, much else has occurred
Indeed it is very heart wrenching, my friend,
But here you have it, the beginning of an end
Never forget.
All the termites were proud, steady and true
Building and milling, they reached for the truth
The birds, they were calm, and confident
Raising their young, with what God had sent
But long long ago, not one knows why
These races grew hateful, and soon they tried
To kill one another as best as they could
And not live in peace as they knew they should
They both lived on, the bird and the bug
One built nests and the other, he dug
The termites’ cathedrals stretched into the sky
And the trees hosting nests loomed equally high
Then one sad day, one unlike the rest
An infamous day, a reminder at best
Two birds sent some cathedrals crashing down to the ground
In the plutonian dust, no survivors were found
Nothing endured, the landscape was sterile
The sun blotted out and the earth was made frail
They finally managed to wipe themselves out
To the birds and the termites there was no other route
So that’s the story of the bug and the bird
And since its happening, much else has occurred
Indeed it is very heart wrenching, my friend,
But here you have it, the beginning of an end
Never forget.