Its great to make plans
to have a purpose and direction
but life happens, and the world
doesn’t cooperate as it should.

The nest is knocked to the ground
by an angry wind, the web is
destroyed by an unruly critter
the meadow is covered by early snow.

Life takes turns, and troubles
arise, and yet we rebuild, we
replan, we move forward, for
direction is its own purpose.

We are who we are because
of the adaptability bred into
us and the intellect we value
and continually evolve.

So plan with the angry wind
in mind, the unruly critter
possible and the prospect
of early snow

and continue to evolve
and learn.