My thoughts are an expression of nature's ever changing, contrasting facades. The ocean can be serene glass, or lashing crests. The weather can change from pleasant to stormy within seconds. A rainbow glows even more brightly against a graying sky.
Seasons come and go, as do the ideals of childhood, youth and adulthood.
Anger can be diverted to happiness with a single word. My mind seldom remains focused on any one topic, constanly flitting, sometimes glimpsing clarity. So too, does nature respond or act upon whimsy. Nature, my thoughts, both, are fluid expressions based on the circumstances of time.