Walk Through Nature

I walk through the grass with my scuffed converses

The spring dew clings to the fabric

I see a daisy in the clearing soaking the rays of the sun

I admit I was jealous of the freedom of the flower

Still I go onwards

A butterfly glides through the mossy hollowed log

Caught in a spiders web

The spider seeing the caught fool

Descends and dispatches the poor insect

Like an agent of death

It's true nature

Seeing that

I remember that life is a being of rebirth