Growth
By Benjamin J
Published 27 June 2023
The lion’s cubs like to frolic in the fields.
They do not know when they will leave their home.
When their own protective strength they will have to wield.
Soon the jungle could be theirs to own and rule.
Seeds fall off the sunny face of our green earth.
Depositing themselves in the brown land.
Leaving their parents is the start of their birth.
Without them, the future would be all too bland.
Their kin goes through change, as do we all.
Larvae to butterflies, cocoons to the skies.
Life is so big for them, though they may be small.
These insects do grow, and all of them try.
Organisms are big and small, some short, some tall.
But death and endings will come to them all.