The food lives not
It was cut from the root
Drained of it substance
It breathes no longer
Seeking sunlight no more
It’s days of grazing ran short
It’s freedom to roam cut off
While the world turned
The breeze blew
Days went on
While life was taken to sustain another’s…
The calf grew strong
Love always, Esha ❤
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