Minuscule Life Forms

I am, by nature, always consoled Although sometimes I subsist I cherish the mildew and mould, lichens how-simply-they exist. Taking on board their apricot surface I've imagined minuscule life forms living in cities, seen from space but here, there are no thunderstorms. It's a colony without any enemies I'm kind of envious of this civilisation this race without landlocked boundaries none are attacking the next generation. Lichens grow, I guess, in equal harmony I fear we on Earth will never accomplish Such well-grouped, organised-colonies we are exemptions from a rule.