Essence

The cycle of nature and its dying beauty

Dewy green sprout not yet knowing the dangers of

the upside world filled with tempting disasters,

ignorant of the troubles it might face but

missing the quiet, dark, safe shell surrounded by

the damp soil of the earth. Forcibly, it had

broken out and sprung free from the surface

like a whale breaching in the wide ocean

waters. As time goes on, the sprout forgot

that safety, old memories being replaced

with the wheat-colored sun and the raindrops

covering her fibrous stalk. There were others,

But loud, savage creatures that made noises

so foreign from the sweet birdsong and rustling

wind ripped them from where they stood. Only

white roots left behind in the dirt and a

scattering of dainty petals and seeds were

left as reminders that they had existed. Now,

old and dry, blown down and stem broken in

two, she circles back, returning to her roots.