Mother

Demise follows a pattern of nature and rise.

Men will come, grow and destroy.

Smoke and metal are elements

that can be found on a simple table.

Floral or flame, even grain should be looked on

equally the same. Sprouted or deceased,

each had its time and came from the mother

we never seem to please. Sometimes we can’t coexist,

but the result and clash makes destruction a beautiful thing.

Author's Note

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