Mother Earth's Lungs

A small seed falls like a feather from a tree, a small glimpse of life

The seed buries itself in a blanket of dirt preparing for its journey ahead,

A small green sapling reveals itself from its blanket 

The start of a new life, a new story, a new beginning

A spark of life

The tree has grown sturdy and mighty and will stay for many times to come

The tree provides protection for anything that needs

From the chattering squirrels, the singing birds to all the miniscule bugs

The leaves changing sunset orange in Autumn to the new leaves in Spring, the tree will always provide

A fire of life

The tree is getting old and can't provide for much longer

Its spark, its fire is starting to dim

The chattering slows, the song gets weaker.

A roar of a fierce monster approaches, taking lives around it

It was fearing this day, it still wasn't ready 

But in a glimpse it was over.

From a seed to sapling to spruce to stump

But something had happened

A small seed falls like a feather, a new glimpse of life

A new spark.