In the midst of a dense forest,a cone falls.Within the cone hides the seeds of the tree,protected by shells of the cone.And the cone has served its purpose.
From surrounding nests pop out the heads of birds,eyeing the fallen cone.They peck in between each shell, flying awayand leave droppings over the foest.And the birds have served their purpose.
The seeds break open, popping stems and roots,nourishing the young plant.Sparking the creating of the new life,the outside peels away.And the seed has served its purpose.
A trunk forms, hardens,supports the young tree.Branches spread out, needles emerge,the tree grows larger.And the trunk has served its purpose.
Needles collect sunlight, make food,sustaining the growing tree.From underneath, little cones peak out,ready to make their journey.And the needles have served their purpose.
In the midst of a dense forest,a cone falls.Within the cone hides the seeds of the tree,protected by shells of the cone.And the cone has served its purpose.