Cyclic Events

From under the leaf, the larva of the moth feeds upon the weeds. His skin fits loosely allowing room for growth. He prepares for the great event of his life, like so many before him. The neap stage with its powerless influence moves on through the days. It is a wonderous process indeed. Molting several times, defenseless against his pray, he thrives. A continous cycle that is ages old. It fulfills some purpose. As with the moon his life is deliberately balanced. He engages in his truth. Spinning a cocoon, sealing him within the silk, until his time comes. The moon reflects upon the water, revealing its identity. The tide pulls in. Then releases from its grasp. The spring stage summons. A moth fly's free.

Author's Note

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