The wind blows the wind.
Leaves fall on leaves.
Water flows through water, seeking the low ground.
Nature doesn't deny itself, it is what it is and that's all.
Our nation is an old man who huffs and puffs out the door
bellowing "Ready ? Hurry up, Let's Go !" as though he
were the one waiting for you.
Snow snows on snow.
Rain rains on rain.
Bodies fall on bodies.
The cycle continues.
Time is a many chambered honeycomb dissolving bit by bit,
each segment dripping sweet honey
from which you tongue the moment,
sticky with the business of your busyness.
Nature pushes back, cannot be fooled.
Cold chills cold.
Melting amplifies melting.
Time has no obstacles, moving through mountains with no hesitation,