Nothing lasts forever.

We build our cities, create our beautiful sculptures, maintain our gardens. We create beauty alongside nature, or sometimes in spite of it, so that in a way, we might endure.

And in the end, we fade, and our creations become weathered, making room for nature to take the reins once more. Lush flora sprouts from the cracks of our creations, nourished by death and decay, blooming and giving new life to the old.

"In the end, we'll all become stories."

Thought I'd be silly and mess around a bit with the nature theme for the Nature Jam~