Nature has a way of reminding us of how fragile life actually is. The message is always there for those who care to notice. Every time I venture into the woods, I see the cycles of nature. The beginnings and the ends. If there are, truly ends. For it is an endless cycle. Nature recycles everything. When something dies, or a season changes, what remains behind is recycled into something else that causes life to begin again. It is a cycle that has served the planet quite well for eons, until man came along and tried to change the cycle.
