It cannot be stopped, What must move will move. There are things which are forced To stand still. That is not its purpose. The world slowly turns You can see this But you can not feel it. The clouds move They glaze through the Baby blue sky. The white clouds Herd together As the glaze above us. Just like the flock of Birds that move In one motion As they migrate From one part to another. You were not made For one thing. You master it And move on. You bring others With you To fill your space. Movement is inevitable. Just like change. Without change Nothing new will Be made . Embrace the movement Of the wind, the rain, the plane and the sun. Look up at the sky and take note Of the movement that is occurring. Be it fast or slow It still happens.