The inevitability of change
The invariable constant of life
How we hold on to the past
Fear the future
Forget to live for today
Nature will change
The mountain will not be tomorrow what she is today
And will I?
Will we together?
As the seasons change
So must I
As the night unfolds into day
We grow, lighten, brighten, bloom
Now caught up in the half light
The silver grey illumination
That is the first calling of the day
Changing with every refocus of my eyes
And the robin begins to sing.