Mr nice can be my name
Cool and conducive to learn
Smart and neat
My sweat heal plants
It can heal human wounds
But living things avoid me
Save for plants
They know me as cold
Biting the skin
Killing the chicks
And slowing germination
The choose to waste my cool and good nature
And at times I get angry
I go off and my brother takes duty
And they call me better
They cry again
I pity them anyway
But I think they should avoid confusion
And work even harder when on duty