Change is Nature’s Delight

Old Man Winter grumbled and frowned, Said, "Spring's taking way too long to come 'round!" But a robin, so bold, chirped up from a tree, "Relax, grumpy Gus, change is the key!” Flowers peeked out, with a shy little smile, Said, "Winter, don't fret, we'll be here a while!" The grumpy old man, with a huff and a puff, Melted away in a sunshiny fluff. Caterpillars wiggled, "We're tired of this crawl, Time to transform, and answer the call!" They spun silken cocoons, hung high in the breeze, And emerged as butterflies, flitting with ease. Rivers they rushed, with a gurgling glee, Carving new paths, to the welcoming sea. The mountains stood tall, with a wisdom untold, Whispered, "Change is the story, both young and old.” The sun dipped low, with a fiery goodbye, But promised to rise, with a brand new sky. The stars winked and twinkled, then faded from sight, Knowing the dawn brings a beautiful light. Change, it isn't scary, it's nature's delight, A constant refreshing, both day and night. So shed what you must let go of the past, Embrace the new season, that's here to outlast!