Change and Time

Night turns into day within minutes,
A rose that wasn't there,
becomes the most beautiful overnight.
Of mother nature the most amazing right.
Change, a face of life will always be.
Motionless today,
and a colorful flying butterfly the next;
moving without a pattern and free,
sensing the air only as it flies.
Creation is sublime,
and change a part of it.
Open up to living and there won't be lies.
And time, in it you can always depend.
It won't change, it won't stop,
it won't come to an end.
Even so it will change:
it will change nights and days,
it will change life and death,
it will change love and hate,
it will even change our own change.

 

What a nice poem. I didn't know that it's here. It makes me dreaming. Wonderful, I like it.

Karen

 

It is also wonderful to have you here Karen,
Un beso,
Greg

 

Eso es un buen comienzo Julia; jeje, gracias por venir.