WHERE THE SHOOTS
The skies are dark and light
and sweep down to catch us unawares,
nonchalent and easy, as the ravens
on the cliffs below Strumble Head.
Change is the dance,
not what or why or how.
Rain and sun and bitter winds,
Then warmer silences
Where the shoots push through.
—
simonhlilly 
I really like how “change is the dance, / not what or why or how” rings with change and chance and movement otherwise than our commanding interpretations…
I do tire, sometimes, of our endless stories that justify our unreasonable reasoning.