poetry

The Cycle of Life

Somewhere, a seed will fall among the dry flowers,
Buried deep within the soil, holding on to a hope—
That one day, the rain will come,
Bringing moisture and washing away its thirst.

The seed will sprout, and the plant will bloom once again,
Ready to embrace a new life.

Even while buried in the soil,
It waits patiently for the moment to bloom again.
Even in silence and darkness,
The spirit to grow remains alive.

Nature has taught us the art of creation.
And now, it wishes to create and nurture nature through its own creation.

To bloom, to grow, and then to return to the soil—
This is the rhythm of life.
This is the way of nature,
Completing the eternal cycle of life.