Words of Change
All that is gradual is not shift,
Shift, by all accounts, is sudden.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the pit.
Gently they go - they explode.
All that is coarse is not an adjustment,
Adjustments are totally fine.
Never forget to select those pleasant adjustments.
I cannot help but stop and look at cunning evolution.
Are you upset about how artful they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the evolution so foxy?
Evolution is the situation.
We sometimes forget it's changing
Up we follow the inevitable evolution,
Gently it goes and everyone we know.
The variation is very clear!
It is unavoidable but exceptionally predictable.
Inspired to write a poem about our changing world. Not just our feelings, not the people around, not the things we see or we feel but the totality of the universe. Expressing it in more than one word - change is everything; everything is changing.
Happily Yours,
Sammy.
