Nature

The trees were dancing with the wind,
The flowers watching, glowing peacefully
But the ivy curled in envy

The bees also took by the wind, the pollen following
The butterflies fluttering shining vividly
But the ants scurried, full of envy

The trees now resting, with their branches hanging low
The flowers sleeping, their petals still glowing
But the ivy still curled with envy

The bees no longer buzzing, no more pollen to be seen
The butterflies still fluttering, it’s colours no longer to be seen
But the ants still scurrying, full of envy.