Instinct

In hindsight best flow with an instinct,
The winds change and it blows with an instinct,
The seed falls and it grows with an instinct,
The flower blossoms and it shows with an instinct,
Love the way it chose with an instinct,
A beautiful expression of complex beauty,
That flows, grows, shows that all instinct, extinct, loving and living are intrinsically connected to all and nothing,  
I watch as the pourous fungus feeds off the decaying tree and awaits the moment to raise its face to the gods and breath.