Mere Thoughts

It changes doesn't it? In oh so many ways. And yet has a staleness to it too. Beside the normal zeal and zest. It changes in forms and structures too. Those wayward ways. Only the constant remains like seasons to be. Of revolutions and rotations. Nature has her predicted pattern. Unless tampered with ruthlessly. It changes after a stubborn while. When resilience reaches it heights. Of checks and balances in the living world. Of an apex being. A greedy road of no return. But unwittingly defying Nature is a folly. She's all powerful. Resilient beyond compare. She's all Supreme.