New Growth
There I laid, withering away.
Predatory birds were circling their prey.
One swooped down to have a taste.
Before it could, a lion came with extreme haste.
When He approached, He let out a mighty roar.
The birds were frightened like never before.
They flew off in search for their next meal.
Thanks to the lion, I had a chance to heal.
The lion carried me for a long way.
Once the destination was reached, the lion laid me in soil to decay.
After a while, a plant began to grow in my place.
When fully grown, I had a beautiful face.
I was renewed due to the lion's saving grace.
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