Written by Emily Harstone | March 7, 2017
Spring is here, the pods opened.
“Human life planted, new babes sprouting!”
And then it ate them. Chomp.
Life circle. From cradle to grave.
New Mulberry bush we go round!
Spring is always a beautiful season.
We’re here but you can’t see.
From the center, it quickly grew.
Earth, baby, grow, love, marriage, Death!
The stroller was empty. But why?
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Spring is here, the pods opened.
“Human life planted, new babes sprouting!”
And then it ate them. Chomp.
Life circle. From cradle to grave.
New Mulberry bush we go round!
Spring is always a beautiful season.
We’re here but you can’t see.
From the center, it quickly grew.
Earth, baby, grow, love, marriage, Death!
The stroller was empty. But why?