Insects do not lie to the earth, 

they live and breath the natural cycles, 

gifts from their gods. 

Inhabiting tiny worlds, hidden by light. 

no wars, no battles, no social pressure, 

gifts to themselves. 

Unknown and know to others, 

they do not care for opinion. 

Gifts of indifference 

How I envy their gifts. What would they think of us? 

Humans lie to the earth, 

We die and destroy the natural cycles, 

God no longer loves us. 

Overcrowding one world, lit up by fire, 

Waging war, fighting battles, social pressures for children,

We gift ourselves.  

Selfish and ignorant, 

We only have one ideal. 

We are fools. 

How I wish to be but a bug.