The candlelight that flickered there
has been released into the air.
The caterpillar has left it’s womb.
Beautiful butterfly now in bloom.
The tractor builds a bale of hay.
The hammer chips through rock and clay.
The water breaks against the rock.
Be still to hear the ticking clock.
The bud of rose awaits the sun.
As flower petals float to done.
The rumble of steel below the train.
Takes doubt away above the plane.
The crescent moon beneath the cloud.
Covered stars within a shroud.
Tomato essence passes the skin.
Fruits of labor can now begin.
The grass remains a deep green hue.
The sky once dark returns to blue.
Bitter force of pungent fruit.
Yet cattle remain within the shoot.
Value every fallen seed.
For this to next generation feed.
Granted do not take forgotten.
Flowering fruit from what was rotten.