The Trend

In this world all creatures
Live and die with cause and effect,
In every concious move
Inculcated subconscious intent;
Seeing their legacy through,
Their final breaths are content,
With evolution's pacing grace
Setting their way in this trend.

And as the trend moves along
A path where new seeds are grown,
Planted on soil made strong
By roots of old holding on,
Some of the seeds grow apart,
Carried by winds until far,
As siblings build on their shoots,
Sharing their will from afar.

Reviews

[Kari Rakitan]

They say the apple never falls far from the tree, but we are not apples. We are so much more

[Archishman Rick]

Indeed! While at it, aren't we fruits that fell from the same grand tree, that can change how they taste and smell at will.

[John the Baptist]

In the midst of life, we are in death. The new grows out of the corpse of the old. It is the way of the physical world. Insightful work here.

[Archishman Rick]

Indeed sir. Thank you.