Mind Play

Small, soft, rubber like,
Slowly reaching for the sky,
Widening as it slowly grows,
Till complete maturity is nigh.

Growing right up through its top,
Getting rather thick and very tall,
Roots slowly stirring right through,
Like sticky water in a tiny little ball.

As it's maturity grows so, so close,
Ever near to its very highest peak,
As the future looks so vastly clear,
The past is now real dark and bleak.

Then winds gust and thunder roars!
Sticky sap now bellows on up inside,
As a hot volcano builds to violently,
Rupture right across the countryside!

Then ever all so extremely suddenly,
It's very own top completely explodes,
Everything just goes all everywhere!
Then around again its cycle goes.

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