I Surmise That We shall Meet Our Demise for Tea and Pastries

The only constant in life is change itself.
The rivers know this, as they gracefully etch their paths into the earth's shelf.
The Wind know this, as it whispers it's delicate secrets to any being willing to feel it's timid embrace.
The oceans know this, as it crashes upon itself, always part of a unseen race.
And we, Supposed masters of this world, and of ourselves, clinging to our trivial whims and desires
Such a convincing show we put forth, yet tragic, when we're hung by our own wires.