As the ants march forward,
the grass is still green.
The hummingbirds fly
in the blue sky, looking for the flower.
The scorpions roam
on the brown earth.
The flower is seen,
and everyone knows
that in our garden
we have enough flowers of our own.
“What is the point of having more flowers?”
a naïve ant asked but nobody answered,
as if they were brainwashed to go on.
“We are next to the flower,” the birds report,
“and it will be ours soon!”
They all invaded,
blindly followed the soldier-ant.
Other flowers on the trail
were ruined and destroyed.
The birds fell from the sky.
The ants got stepped on.
But no one noticed
that the flower was already gone.
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