The Carbon Cycle I: Desert

Sprouting, struggling, finally living
A blade of grass grew in the desert,
'til a seed blew in beside it.
Another blade sprouted in the desert,
and more rose forth and spread alive


rippling green,
rising yellow.

Then decay,
age set in
entirely too soon, it would seem,
and no grass grew in the desert.

One day a blade of grass emerged
and another,

another,

'til once more three had grown.
but flawed and fatal seeds they sowed.
Fragile husks of pulp and water
withered with the day before them;
died in the sun above them,
under the sun that shone upon them.
and crumbled again into dust.

'Til another grew,
and another.

In their roots, they remembered
things never grown before.

Life once more diverged triumphant,
into green and yellow,
over pulp and matter,
decaying, living, growing upwards:

remembering.