because it is willing to bend.
Like the way autumn gladly bows toward death,
or the way eager buds arch toward the sun.

Like water flowing down a creek bed,
carving a path where a path is allowed,
changing course as rocks and stones demand.

For nature, life is not an obstacle, a barrier to joy,
but an invitation to change and grow,
to die and let go—

always trusting that what will be is not the end.