Life

I took a brush

Drew a line on a blank paper

After a few strokes

It turned out a picture

A picture of trees

A lot of greenery around

The beautiful sunset reflected the river

Something so beatific none could've found

A picture with the mother bird

Feeding its young one

It obediently extended it beak for food

A life of innocence and fun

A picture of a dandelion

Leaving its mother plant

This painful moment of departure

Such memories better are scant

Then the wilting of trees

Moments of tears and strife

I had created this picture

A picture of life