What appears to be dead
A fragile white skeleton
Translucent and wavering
Still resting upon a green stem,
Blowing feebly in the breeze.
Then a large gust comes to visit
The dead suddenly sneezes
Its remnants burst into the air
Each travelling as they please
Flight giving them new life
They float back towards the ground
Each settling onto a new peice of earth
Some will make new and flourish
Others will fade away
What once
was just one old life ending,
Is now ten, who have just begun.
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