Change: How you see it.

dancing leaves and painted skies

please do not depart,

for when all else is frail

i take refuge in my heart.

charging rain drops

all eager to make their way,

before the dark is branded

and the cold cloaks are laid.

little spot of sunshine

eager to kiss my palms,

and just like seconds,

your soothing aura is gone. 

little seeds ascending,

as fast they were in earth,

will once again fall,

for a chance of rebirth.

so as time may never wait,

and as fast as it may come

change is nothing more,

but a canary’s alluring song.

it lays a part of us to sleep,

only to wake anew

that the winds of the north

will always guide me and you. 

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