Change

Summer cries, autumn whispers, I bloomed, like spring roses, despite my winters. One by one, my petals fell, Enchanted by an eerie spell, Blown away by violent wind and hailstorms, But they always grow back in their most delightful forms. It’s a beautiful change, from seed to rose The one who had to shed his old shell knows A change is never easy but is a must, So fear not what you might become, and in the process, you have to trust.