Changes

I saw wild flowers swaying in the wind. They were pretty. But darkness fell and all that was left was the memory of their fleeting beauty.

I heard birds chirping. But then the storm came and they all went back to their nest to cling for dear life. And all that was left was a lonely feather on the front yard.

I heard the thunder of a waterfall. But then summer came and all that was left was a tiny trickle against the face of a lifeless rock.

Fall came and the leaves turned into brilliant array of reds and yellows, browns and tangerines. But winter came and they all fell on the ground and there was nothing left but dead, ugly, bare branches.

But spring will come. And the cycle starts again.

Life's changes are inevitable. But yeah, you just gotta learn to roll with it.

Just learn to roll with it...