Changes

Written by: HOLLY MOORE

The sun is shining on my skin
A gentle breeze blows in

The leaves falling, leaving limbs naked underneath
Seasons changing, a good thing for me to take in

Time is passing, yet for me the clock never changes
It is always the same hour, day, and month of the year

I wish I could change like the leaves of color
Maybe that would help me become another

Yet, I stay in the same place not wanting to go up that hill
When will time pass for me or will it just stay still?



Holly P. Moore
October 2012