I Wonder if there really is anything in the known Universe that is really un-natural. It's all so unpredictable, no matter how hard people try to predict stuff, or define the 'natural order of..' Inherent in change is the natural likelihood, that the nature of all things will not follow a consistent path forever. Some darn bleep will occur, from the outside of the inside or from somewhere and bam... an naturally un-natural thing occurs. I wanna blabber on about this so.. I will spare you all further opinion and share todays poem.
The Nature of Things.
It won’t last long it never does in April All that whiteness laying itself over the Spring green. Fooling around with our Spring fever. Riling us all up with her childlike teases. Nature always wins. She does. She be doing her thing with out our consult. She be doing her thing cause she can. It’s her nature. You know you’re of this Nature when you do the unpredictably predictable. You’re not meaning to fall short, or reach too high. You’re not meaning to say one thing and do another. You’re not meaning too. It just happens. It doesn’t happen all the time Maybe only in April when the tulips and daffodil are in bloom and your natures gives off the big freeze they droop their bloom in disappointment waiting for the Sun to return, for the nature of things to get back to the nature of their thing. Only, not all of nature is created equal. It was Spring yesterday and today it’s Winter. It would be nice if the nature of us flowed peaceably together. It would be nice if it didn’t leave a crank in the body It would be nice to feel acceptance. It would be nice to trust the nature of things. It would be nice if it never ever happened again. It would be nice if it happened only in April