Random Revisions

No leaf repeats the path it knew,
Yet every dawn begins anew.
The rivers wander, split, and bend,
Still finding where their waters blend.

Old roots embrace both stone and stream,
Quietly shaping every dream.
No perfect line, no fixed design,
Yet countless pieces softly align.

The wind revises branch and flower,
The rain reshapes each passing hour.
Through every change the seasons give,
Balance teaches us how to live.

What seems like chance, when seen with care,
Reveals a deeper rhythm there.
Not born from certainty's decision,
But growing through each small revision.