A microscopic world inside a puddle
Begs to be spared by every passing car.
Most of them indeed refuse to muddle
Its clarity, but some intruders are
Unmerciful, and violate the flat
Reflective beauty of that little world.
And so they are extinguished with a splat,
By violence onto the sidewalk hurled.
And even those that can escape this fate
Encountering only the kindest cars
Are in due time uprooted from their state
By their evaporation, as time mars
Even the greatest puddle. So enjoy
Their beauty now, before time can destroy.
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