Change

The morning sun rises, a routine resets,

Change comes every day with no regret.

A subtle shift in the familiar scene,

A transformation, neither harsh nor keen.

A new path chosen, something left behind,

A swift shift inclined.

Relationships evolve and change their way,

From morning to the end of the day.

The mirror reflects a face transformed,

Lines of experience, lessons learned.

Different pieces were rearranged,

Feelings are being exchanged.

Friendships change as the seasons turn,

Out of everything you can learn.

Change, both gentle and strange,

On the canvas of existence, oh me change.

Footprints in sand, erased by the tides,

The water glides.

A river’s exchange,

Life’s eternal dance, forever in change.