The wheel of Samsara is Mill stone

Life is mill
breaking me down
to powder, to dust,to flour, to meal,
to bread to feed
the feast,
the lamb and the beast.

Once I was seed,
and I flowered
and when I gave myself
away
to decay,
after the pain,
I became a tree.

Then, I spreaded,
greedy grew,
frutified,
dried, died.

An, you see,
again, I am here.
Again,as grain and seed.
And my life
is this sea
of green.

Oh, this sea!