From the brushes off painting are countless insects destroyed
Not a step in life, where death we can avoid
Yet cling on to mortal, do we day and night
Yet greed and vice pervade us, next generations not in mind
Not every quarter needs growth, there is a life to fulfill
Let not the short gains blind side, the beauty that lies within
Not every thing of beauty, would be any much in sync
Realize the need and hope to, keep this life simple
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