Connected.
Soil, coil, growth.
Day by day, rejuvenated by dioxide & flares of light.
Dark by dark, leeched by Oxygen & the eerie night.
As I,
Stare at the wisps of air as they blew by.
The more I do, die.
Predators flew, by.
Weaken...
Colors-changing, fading.
Losing my flexibility, but do I really need agility?
Can't believe these seasons are killing me.
Branch by branch, detoriating with ease.
I can hardly breathe, breathe, breathe.
Leaves.
