The trace of a haughty sentiment 

Bugs the neighbors in their linen

Irises gaze through the tenement

Leaning over the fence when light does settle

There across the familiar elite element

Children play house with their mother’s title

While we in our empowered (in)tent

Listen among fireflies that never nestle

In their molten idleness forever sent

-Enced to people like us — little 

But with our soles on soil we are sentient

All we emit is Love of a nature oh so tensile

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