We all are subjected to good & bad weather.
Some bear it alone & some weather together.
Some strive to be solo while some need a tether.
Some risk all & find themselves covered in feather.
Some cling to sound earth; making homes among heather.
The paths are to stay or to go, you choose whether.
A few take to power; their heart & hides leather.
Their lives mostly spent punching down at what’s nether.
But space is created by matter’s endeavor.
The constant is change & nothing is forever.