Cycles of life Stories

I look up at the dark clouds rolling in. They, too, carry a burden, tugging them lower. Surely, that’s what my soul looks like—an ugly grey mass. I’ve felt its heaviness for so long that I assume I always will. It's like I’m trudging through knee-high mud every day. But then… it starts to rain. I usually run inside when the sprinkles start, but a cardinal swoops down and lands on the wooden fence, giving me pause. It shak...

A tree grows and provides pure air. A man grows and consumes it. The tree keeps giving as it ages. The man keeps breathing as his anger rages. A leaf falls one day from a branch. The man has a fall from grace. The leaf lands silently on the ground. The man dies loudly with a rasping sound. The shed leaf feeds a new born oak. The man has an oaken casket. The new oak grows and creates more air. The dead man lies decomposing...