The speed of time and the flow of it,
Goes.
As all of nature blooms,
To grow to full radiance...
Before it begins to show a withering.
The beginning and end of each season,
Provides an obviousness of this...
To those aware they too are participants.
If they have not strayed away to fear consciousness.
And to fear with a consciousness diminishes insight.
Refusing to accept to adapt and remain,
Ignorant in a stubbornness...
With a belief one can choose to stay unchanged.
And that nature will dismiss their ignorance to accept,
As an exception that sustains to separate them from the rest...
Of all that goes through this similar process,
Are those with fixed beliefs nature honors stupidity.
And as of yet...
An ignorance proven it can upset the natural flow of life,
Can not stop the blight that has been created to cause...
The loss of nature's intended quality.
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