No one knows which way the wind
will blow.
The butterfly effect is certainly
as subtle as a flower.
The birds are being and the bees
are buzzing and
the buzz is on the street; the news
is never something old.
The past is but the fiction that we
build around ourselves
in order to traverse an
ever-changing landscape
of a universe intent on knowing the
unknown.
The path begins among a green
explosion we call trees.
In fact there's no beginning, not to
mention any object
like our image of a tree. Thus,
whether one believes or not
is neither here nor there.
Uncertainty is just this godchild
of that great unknown and loving it
is clearly godsend.
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