Life, Part One
My Journey Through Washington State
It starts as a forest,
Breathing, thriving.
Every drop of rain
the start of another life.
A towering tree
Covering, cowering,
Looking down on the flowering
world from above.
A tender vine
with its bittersweet thorn,
delicately kissed by sun.
A nursery safe
for each flower and leaf
as they grow through the spring
to satisfy summer.
A nettle
stinging
all who dare tread harshly.
Guardian of the small things.
A feeble appearance at most,
standing its post,
Keeping the forest beautiful.
A fungus
Slippery on the forest floor.
Observing, Exploring
from below,
Knowing everything you can't know,
The summary of its existence
Just by Existing.
An alga
Floating on the water's surface,
Neither above nor below.
A world in itself,
A plane all its own,
Watching
Squirming
Breathing
Laughing
Loving
Life.
About the Creator
Nicole Ozment
I am a twenty-something Christian, college graduate, freelance writer, poet, and teacher who loves to write about whatever inspires me.
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