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Staring out the window, growing envious of the water's stillness.
Nothing in life disturbing its flow,
It just sits there motionless as if it was waiting.
Nature is in a class of its own.
One minute its hated,
The next its love.
It’s so unpredictable.
Can't understand something that on one hand gives life,
Then on another, takes life.
We will never truly appreciate the beauty of nature,
I guess that's just a part of our conditioned nature.
Nature is free and imperfect.
The imperfections make it so perfect.
Disasters come and go,
But life as we know will never fail, for it is the root of life, the pinnacle of existence.
Just let it take its flow.
Things and people come and go.
