THE END

Who made happiness?

Who made the tigers and the lions?

Who made the rabbits?

Yes, the rabbits.

the one who is as fluffy as foam

the one who is nibbling on the grass

Now she cleans her face with her hands

Now she sprints away in the sunset

I don't know why it stopped running

I don't know why it fell on the ground

lying on the grass,

not moving or breathing

Tell me, will I end up like that rabbit one day?

Everything has to come to an end.

Tell me, would anyone care?

Even if I'm not as fluffy as foam?