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
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