The seasons shift, the breezes spin,
A dance of time we can’t determine.
What used to be still, presently moves along,
A short lived note in nature’s melody.
The sun sets low, the moon climbs,
Everything should change, yet continue forever.
From seeds to trees, from residue to sky,
Change is the breath that cruises by.
Embrace its stream, let go the apprehension,
For change is life, and life is here.
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