CHANGE

Same voices heard over Everyday. Same tasks to be done over Everyday. All we crave is for change. Why then go do the same things, over Everyday? The trees will shed the leaves getting old, Grow on the new ones Before the rain comes, The strong ones will stand the storm Making the tree greener and strong. The rain that falls on the ground, Goes into the soil, Making the way for the new ones To fall. As each day come over, The pages of our book turn over. With each sunrise, the day starts Giving an ink to fill the pages that are still unwritten. The sunset doesn't mark the end of the day; Its the sunrise over the other face. What matters at the last, How well did we write when the ink got dried up? Life is not meant to be lived by rules; We all have got an empty book to fill, To tell our souls what we achieved.