the frost avoids the heavy breath of the sun
breathing down its neck
the hush of the wind rustling through the leaves, strong minded and eternal
in every season
there is death, there is ending, there is beginning
the hurricanes clear way for new surfaces, new surges of ocean
brushing against the shore, eroding its edges
saltwater pouring into its greenish-blue veins decorating the bodies of nature’s whisperers
change is constant in nature
it brings rebirth and brand new lives
brand new fawns and pipers and sand dollars
filling nature with the specific scent of motherly love
nature is content with change
for it allows her new species to know, new species to grow
it drags in the good, the bad, the indifferent
filtering out the good for nothings
the old and seasoned bucks
to create a beautiful place
for life to team and expand
change is constant in nature
nature is content with change