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Some build marvels in the sand,
some grow weeds in fertile land,
some cut down trees to make pages,
and on afforestation some's poem rages,
some fly in the air across the globe,
some across every nook of an island probe,
some dig up the earth for mummy remains,
and some to relieve dearest of worldly pains,
some run to melt down the junky fat,
some stare and starve like a striped cat,
some dance and sing and make the song,
and some thrive for joys all life long,
some hunt for elixir in the deserts,
some hunt for elixir in the desserts,
some live life like you only live once,
and some live like they are the immortal ones,
some crave for soft chairs and water beds,
some for clothes blues or reds,
some live on medicines for near and dear,
and some entangled in the death's fear,
some wait for life to pass them over,
some to help their family burdens lower,
some are alive to torment their fellows,
and some to share with all, their mellows,
every human life on earth has a reason,
some of brotherhood some of treason,
but are most lives veiled by the valance,
such is the mother nature's humanitarian balance.