
Change is a yellowing leaf Slowly and than all at once You blink And the magnifying warmth of a summer sun is clouded by a season of drying trees and dying people For a moment you believe you are standing still Allowing the passing breeze to lift your spirit Trusting it will place you where you need to be You are where you need to be Wilting and Blooming at the same time It’s spring and a blue sky is a testament of your will to survive Growing and changing with the seasons