To atoms, it’s all one
If they’re a tree or ash,
A spot upon the sun
Or some persistent rash.

There’s nothing good or bad;
It’s all the same to them
If they’re a lily pad
Or else a glob of phlegm.

It’s only humankind
That fancies this or that
And fixes in its mind
Where atoms’ value’s at.

But that’s what humans do,
And we’re all atoms, too.

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