Everything is Subject to Change

Autumn arrives in her gold leafed glory,

While Winter hides beneath her icy shade.

The sky sheds tears of long lost stories,

Though it barely bothers the newly made.

And when Winter comes, the earth turns rotten.

Barren, frozen, bittersweet decay.

Like flower petals, decomposed and trodden,

Inside the earth, we are destined to lay.

But then Spring sweeps in, painting the fields with lovers,

She’ll bear life and birth for us to claim.

However life and death are the closest of brothers,

And in the end we’ll have nothing, and no one, to blame.

So when the Summers burn, let it turn you seraphic,

And gladly indulge in your meaningless grace.

For life can be tender then suddenly horrific,

Till one day, our souls get wiped, like cloth to a slate.