Each with a space of it’s own,
Tended to assiduously until a sapling’s grown.
But just as nature propagates
What once was barren loam,
It’s keen to exercise control of all the seed now sown.
Though some may die as pestilence
Destroys their outer hide,
Revealing life’s ingredients, once so safe inside.
And those that fall so gracefully
Through time, will too decay,
Relinquishing their nutrients so others thrive each day.