There are those who say
that soon there will be no birds on the trees,
no butterflies amongst the flowers.
That a silent spring is around the corner.
However, where I live, it’s always spring upon
the trees and among the flowers.
The birds and the butterflies come with soot
of the brown smoke
from chemical factories, and
the black smoke the vehicles cough
on their wings.
They come, chirp,
flitter over the garden flowers.
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