Imagine a plant,
In a box with that has nice fertil soil at the bottom
It has its own little cloud that waters it
And the sun to let it grow
The plant began from a seed,
We watch and observe as it blossoms slowly,
We watch as it slowly becomes something beautiful
But with all life comes death,
And the plant had its time in the spotlight,
And it enjoyed it fully
It seized the opportunity of life
As it slowly decays,
It produces enough to create a new life
The plant fades into nothingness
But in its place rises an equally beautiful plant that it created
Without death,
There wouldn't have been enough air, water, sunlight, or soil for both to live
And that is why death is a blessing
It generously spreads the gift of life through time to everyone
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A Collection Of Rhymes
PoesíaPoetry I write from time to time. Correct any grammar in the comments please. I can't proof read as much as I'd like and I hate it when I make grammatical errors. Also if you'd like to share your opinion on what you think the poem's theme is or how...
