A pile of feathers, a flurry of wings, a scatter of seeds,
Falling apart to become new,
This is what nature is showing me these days.
What tearing apart happened here?
Did a songbird become a hawk?
Do moths become bats?
Will the seeds become trees or coyotes or squirrels?
Once whole, now found in pieces, the future becoming
But different.
I have questions.
Who did this? Why this way? Could there be another way?
I prefer things whole.
A feathered bird, a winged moth, a fruited tree.
My attention is diverted towards
Joyful movement in the water
wearing unyielding rocks.
Eventually, even they will yield to brokenness.
Stones skipped on the surface
Or sand beneath my feet.
Nothing is meant to be forever.
My eyes pick up the pieces now scattered and wonder,
What is next?
Lovely… nature is a grand recycler!
love the way you articulated these feelings. the questions, the reflections in nature…it’s all beautiful.