Perhaps I am a small
butterfly.
Perhaps I am some
rare plant.
Perhaps I am
fungus growing where noone has looked before.
I have lived my
life for
generations, nameless, aloof,
protected because
man cannot master that which he cannot name.
The
days passed by, one like the other, until the moment of
judgment.
I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
Will it be a
name that
honors the ones who
found me?
Will it be a name to match my
kin?
Will it be the name of the
place where I live?
Only one thing is
certain: I will be
named, and my beauty and
innocence will be taken and
nailed to the pages of a
thousand biology journals.
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