Drifting slowly with the current, the waves lapped over the exposed knobs and prods, previously extending effortlessly as branches, now battered and weathered with the decay of time and torrent. A log on the move, having the misfortune, or is it fortune, of having fallen into a river instead of dry ground. The scenery shifts among the hills, valleys, trees, bogs, and the occasional bridge spanning high overhead on the journey downstream. Tossed, turned, banged, bruised, beaten, saturated, the remains of the tree have no option but to continue to move with the water. Yet even with all the change, the tree remains.
Such beauty exists in the everyday. In birth, growth, decay, and even death. Such is life. It is all around us, slowly moving with the rotation of the earth. The sun rises and sets; so does the moon. Seasons change. We are all adorned with scars and blossoms; each infinitely beautiful. Why worry? Why attempt to deny the inevitable? Rather rejoice, embrace, explore. Embrace the beauty.
Such is life.