The wave cresting above the surface of its source,
distinguishable from the oceans depths,
manifesting in time and space an individuated spirit.
The frozen rain, hanging from branches and cliffs. A statue of a passing storm,
long, uneven edges culminating in distinct detail,
yet holding tight to the thin layer of itself, spread wide across surface.
The acorn, fallen from branches placed lonely on the ground,
abandoned yet connected in form.
In time, returning to itself, to a familiar space, separate,
remarkably original in its patterns of growth,
inseparable from its seeds, which fall
without reason, or lesson to be learned,
but still a part.