An Ode to Nature

water flows down the river
each drop
a single moment in time
and just like that
it’s somewhere else

a small part
of a larger collective whole
here then there
everywhere but nowhere

i sit and watch
all the ups and downs
weaving in and out
between rocks
and down the stream

the trees bask in the sunlight
much more beautiful
than we care to notice

branches gently blowing in the wind
the sound of leaves rustling
some carried by the breeze
while others resist

but i cannot resist
so i let it carry me
to where i’m meant to go

and when the wind picks up
i find myself
somewhere else entirely

each time
wondering what it means

but unlike me
leaves don’t wonder
and water just flows
trees grow
and birds fly

never burdened by meaning
never asking why
always where they are
with nowhere to go
and nothing to be

maybe our meaning is empty
and our words are false

the truth of the matter is
we try to figure shit out
and give it a name
but words are never enough
to express what is.