Life’s constant is change,
The icy tomb of Winter always changes to warm Summer,
An angry gray sky can in the blink of an eye erase sunny days,
The wind can go from placidly dancing across the skin,
To battering at the door trying to come in.
Change is nature’s grandest trick,
Beautiful and inspiring,
Can change to violent and harsh,
Only to be replaced by the still silence of the earth once again.
Perhaps our world is like that as well,
When life in its drudgery begins to swell,
And finally, it bursts in relief,
Is that so different than the changing of a leaf?