Natural Change

His hand dipped into the river As the current took the fallen leaves Cupping the water to his lips He knelt for a moment to grieve The changes occurring, dramatic The landscape, subjected to change He realized the cycle continues As seasons of life rearrange He watched the changing of seasons As he sat on the river’s high hill Noticing for the first time, the beauty He knew nothing…ever remained still As change is a natural progression One should ride, as the river does flow Changing is easy, like the seasons Along with it, then beauty does grow