I'm looking at a frog,
who's attracted to a beetle,
who's attracted to a light ,
like a thread is to a needle.
He flies toward the source,
never getting to the flame.
But he doesn't give it up,
life is some exotic game.
If he strays a bit too close,
to the froggy's sticky tongue,
he'll end up as some dinner,
with the froggy croaking "Yum!"
Thats the way that nature works,
not always smooth, but little jerks.
Where the things you do affect,
other creatures that you shirk.
Had I not left on the light,
froggy wouldn't have his dinner,
and the beetle would live on,
so the frog would be much thinner.
Let this poem make you think,
when you brush your teeth at sink,
that your life is one big chain,
but you're just one little link.
If we break up nature's chain,
life will soon become insane,
when we break a lot at once,
it's quite much harder to remain.
Nature always will recover,
though it's difficult to do,
and the thing that might restore her,
could be getting rid of you.