Simplicity

The strawberry

Hanging from the vine,

Ripe for the picking.

I bite into the flesh,

The juice dripping.

Red stains my hands,

Like blood,

The signs of life.

I relish the sweetness,

The rush of sugar that comes.

At the end of

The season, seeds

Ready to be planted again.

Nurtured by

The sun and water.

Everything is a cycle.

Life in all of its

Simplicity.

Growth.

Regeneration.