Watching the birds flying very high,
As the pixels in the huge visual sheet,
Watching the worms squirming out,
The moment the sugar is added to the ground,
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Fine thoughts...stored in the caves of the ant mounts. Tranquillity is disturbed by mockery. Beautiful poem.