O Boolics

The boolics crawl in circles through the grass,
Their lives so simple, so free from class.
But in the night, they dream of more,
A perfect life within their shell; a world to explore.

But when their peace is passed,
By a predator who seeks to harm,
The boolics angrily emit a blast,
of light, so bright, it blinds and charms.

For the boolics know the futility,
Of war and conflict, never-ending strife,
And so they choose to live in peace,
A life of dreams, free from the toils of life.

So let us learn from the boolics,
And seek a world of peace and harmony,
For only then can we find true happiness,
And free ourselves from darkness and misery.