On the belly of a leaf,
In the cool of its shade,
Near the rusted rake,
Forgotten by the gardener.
…
The essence of a butterfly
Stirs in its emerald sphere.
Two united, reconfigured into one,
The combined essence of its parental pair.
…
A freeing push,
A silent tear,
A flood of light,
A new life appears.
…
An infant caterpillar unfurls.
Driven by growth,
It moves to the edge of a leaf.
Swallowing up its essence.
…
While the world continually shifts from light to dark.
It reaches its length of days,
Then, draws a silken strand
And spins itself its shroud.
…
On the belly of a leaf
In the cool of its shade
Near the rusted rake
Forgotten by the gardener.
…
In the darkness of its silken shroud,
The essence of life transforming,
Hangs by a thread,
Changing.
…
The reshaped essence of the plant
Transformed to be its own,
The essence of the parental pair and it’s own.
The four reshaped as one.
…
Energy continually reused
Rearranged, reshaped, reformed
Recombined changing a
Silken shroud into womb.
…
On the belly of a leaf
In the cool of its shade
Near the rusted rake
Forgotten by the gardener
…
A blacked womb twitches.
A silence tear,
A flood of light,
A new life appears.
…
Struggling with a form unknown,
Pulling itself to the light,
Wings hardened by air,
The essence of many takes flight.
…
Its essence a combination,
Of generation upon generation,
The eternal act of sharing,
Ones living essence with another.
