Life comes from life,
As shown in the spring,
When flowers come up to stretch their wings,
And show off their feathers to the gods,
That governs the land in which they grow.

But life also ‘comes with death,
As floods come and wash away,
The new life that just sprung up,
From the depths of the hollows.

But life is resilient,
And it begins again,
Just like a small flame,
Barely lit,
On the edge of an oil pit.