Stories from The Forest
From earth
Flowers sprout
Flowers bloom
Flowers wither
Larvae eats
Cocoon grows
Butterfly morphed
Eaten by birds
The chicks hatched
The birds flew
Then collapsed,
Reduced to earth
Such is life,
As fragile
As dandelion,
Blown by gentle breeze
Like a cycle,
Spring, Summer,
Fall, and Winter
Then it repeats
Yet the bloom,
The bugs,
The birds
Was not the same
Life comes
In a new form
In a new colour
In a different time
Fragile I may be
Foolish I may be
Yet here I am,
In the cycle
It is time to begin anew
To become,
A part of
Stories from the forest
