Change

Not just the seasons, not just the wind,
Not just the rain and the snow on the rim
Of the everlasting, ever changing sea.

Not just the whisper, not just the cry,
Not just the dancing, like death whirling by,
When the leaf of autumn falls, so do we.

Not just around us, not what meets the eye,
Not just the cocoon that released the butterfly
But change came to our hearts, don't you see?
(c) F.Schier