Time

I observe a tiny seed,

Blooming in the ground

Continuously growing,

Thought never to be found.

But when time comes to pass,

The earth begins to shake,

The grass is slowly dying,

 Destruction in their wake.

The forest has been killed, there is nothing left to find,

Every type of fauna has done nothing but declined,

In this saddened moment, I say a last goodbye,

But even in the misery, it sings a lullaby.