I am by nature always consoled
Though-I-just sometimes subsist
I cherish the mildew and mould
Lichens how simply, they exist.
Taking on-board their apricot surface
I’ve imagined minuscule life forms
Living in cities, seen from space
But here there are no thunderstorms.
It’s a colony without any enemies
I’m kind of envious of this civilisation
This race without landlocked boundaries
None are attacking their next generation.
Lichens grow I guess in equal harmony
I fear we on earth will never accomplish.
Such well grouped organised colonies
We are the exemption from a rule.
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