Vagaries of Nature

No one knows at least what nature holds in its unfathomable thoughts-judgements
No mind knows what the morrow holds in its mysterious hands
This day will become the yester, our now will become our then and both our now and then will become our history
Though this day we merry and rejoice
But as we walk in the twisting path that leads to morrow, it may hold wealth, sorrow, poverty. .......miseries
This is the vagaries of nature-
Though this day it may bring life, the next day it could be death
What we have is our now for what our then holds, we can not help but wonder!