Flightless-Birds13

The burning sky reflects upon a lifeless lake. A mirage. Nothing left but the skeletal remains of what was once whole.   Sun beams highlight a green glass bottle, sunken in the barren wasteland. Inside, an abandoned letter. Curled up, tattered. Worn by the harsh heat. Long forgotten words of whom once roamed. Washed away. Forgotten in the sand.

One seed, Sewn for new life. Bursting. Growing. Sprouting from the Earth! Winter. She freezes. Buried for many moons. Many suns. Time ticks slowly. Sunbeams warm the Earth. Spring. She sprouts. Expands. Uncurls. Days pass. Sunlight fades, concealed in water vapor. Clouds rumble, shedding tears of relief, not of sorrow. Blossoming. Twisting. Reaching for the Sun. She lives. Chrysanthemum! Time ticks slowly. Sunbeams warm the Earth. Summer. The Earth crackles. Drying. Burning. Her leaves curve. Her colors darken. She withers. Wilts. Lifeless. Perished. Autumn. Her seeds scatter. Buried by the weather. All is lost. All but one! One seed. Sewn