Comely faces swinging around
Stashing nectar, resources sound
Pitiable are flowers, meekly felled
Exhausting it all, they silently yelled
Sterling appearance, attracting assault
It’s the order of universe, none at fault
Life cycle continues, striving on lives
Exploiting the weak, the strong survive
Drop by drop accumulate it all
Not knowing finally they’d fall
All life would struggle with toil
End reality is to get buried in soil
