Forgotten

I am as I am and
You are as you are.
But what about those that seem to be forgotten?
The tiny creatures that Mother Nature has so elegantly placed in our paths
We forget the forgotten.
For there is a reason hurricanes are named after people;
They could never do as great of damage as the human race.
A little girl's wildest dreams are kissing the frog that will become her prince.
Not to save the wildest of creatures.
For we have forgotten the forgotten,

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