Isn’t it lovely,

how flower petals

drop

later, to form new life…

how mushrooms

arrise

after one passes.

how energy is always shifted

regenerated

carried on.

Isn’t it lovely,

feeling the fearful feeling of trimming a plant

the unnatural position, of what feels like hurting another living being

later to feel its roots

hugging the soil

wanting to grip its life

wanting to stay around longer

How can I be that light, soil, water, nutrience

in my own grounds?

To encourage those around me,

to hold on,

keep growing.

Isn’t it lovely that we all share the same soil?