Samantha

Started out small,

I did.

Now i have grown

Arms

Into the sky

Feet

Into the ground

From Mother,

we came;

Takes care of us,

she does

Small furry things

shelter in our arms, legs

food from arms, legs, 

bodies

always been good to us they have

Flying things, too

Sit on arms

eat fruit

Flying, far off places

seeds in bellies

spreading babies

always been good to us

they have

Imagine...

Mother covered

with us

But

disappering 

more dying as standing

Hope...

This...

Ends...

Before...

the end