February 27th, 2018
Take a moment to observe a field of grass.
Nothing much, right?
Just a vast expanse of an uncountable amount of life.
Some grouped off in different shapes and sizes, yet blended together perfectly regardless.
Some may be known under a different name or type to set it apart, but when we look at a whole field of it, we see it all as the same thing.
Grass.
Maybe a creature would come along and tear it down, or trample it, to the point where only the roots are left. It's a desolate sight at first, but over time, this grass is produced again by those very roots, like new, filling in the space where it once was.
That's just nature.
The job is only to endure, overcome and replenish.
Beyond that you may see a tree or two. With roots of steel, nothing on its lonesome can tear it from where it stands without a fight.
Some may be thinner, shorter or more brittle, but their endurance is a necessity towards the survival of themselves and those that they surround.
An unyielding cycle of life that fuels this world we live on.
Yeah. Nothing much.
Just nature.
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