Life
By Toby R
The wind breathes out
Leaves rustle, falling
A graveyard on the mulch,
Bugs rejoice, a roof for them
Baby wades through the leaves
While giggling away
A dad watches, wary
A brown snake slithers, unseen
Toddler wades far
Snake slithers closer
The toddler in the leaves
Snake slithers closer
But ignores the rustle,
Because nature just wants to be left alone
To live, to die, to heal