Mother Earth's Lungs
By Max C
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.