The Infinite Cycle,
By iamnobird94
A forest of green, yellow and ember
Life surrounding, birds flying
Sounds, squirrels scurry, squeaks from a mouse
Silently, sleeping, hiding from the soft breeze.
Seeds blow, carried by most, travelling to nowhere.
To everywhere.
Birds and forest families searching.
Frozen melodies singing,
Footsteps, pitter-pattering on the forest floor.
Twigs broken, snap. Broken.
Feathers land, stolen by mother Badger, making a nest
Under the ash tree
Fulfilling her destiny
Blue outlines the green leafy tops of the trees
Light seeps through the gaps, enlightening
Beams of green, blue and brown in every direction
An escape for some, voices heard in the distance.
The orange light dimming,
Their home, from the nest to the burrow.
The tree tops to the moist dirt floor.
The infinite cycle, undisturbed.
iamnobird94 