Waking up in the morning
to hear birds chirping,
you feel the breeze
while you breathe
If cyanobacteria could talk, they would say,
We tiny souls
in trillions of figures
in billions of places,
quite invisibly, in sullen silence
in a mission with a vision
to make O2
we strive
for all of us to,
survive
When human’s success is,
how far their shuttles reach
If cyanobacteria could talk,
they would say,
the little did you know and see
the weight of your great,
CO2
that leads way to,
Earth’s white mountains to melt,
its blue printings to warm,
many of its beloved existences
to say sorrowful farewells with extinction
Those you don’t see,
as you’re too busy
to find a chase
of blue in the space
If cyanobacteria could talk, they would say
If you were us
you would use
your significant word, ‘selfish’
to embellish,
your acts, on your race of rats
Still, we sort of plead
for you to cease,
leading our ever so blue and green world
to a crimson ball
Let you be a hero,
who saves our home
Without being a Nero who played the violin,
burning was it Rome
By Rtr. Omethya Illeperuma
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