Rebirth

Rain begins to fall, minute plastic bags filled with hope and gravity

They come in contact with the patient earth

The drops separate, clinging to the prospect of rebirth

The dew drops of spring

Pristine globes shining with depth, cradled by the fuzzy spring leaves

Even sprouts have a mother-like instinct

The crystal stream eases into the healthy pores along the face, feeding it, nourishing it

The stem reaches for the sky, with only one desire

Until one day it realizes its offspring will surpass her and must relinquish her dream

It passes down love in the form of a seed

While the old plant drowns and decomposes, allowing its child to rise in the moist soil

It finally breaks the surface, absorbing the rays of sunlight and scent of pollen

It will soon learn to know its life is a cycle

Rain begins to fall, minute plastic bags filled with hope and gravity