The Times They Are Yet Still a Changing and Moving Onwards

Cometh the end of each and every December January so to with it as well bringeth a new year to start a fresh once all over again And though the time and date and solar winds may change The seasons somehow however never seemingly do The sky is still just as blue as the sun is red grass is green as is the night tinged in black Just as like when spring and summer eventually return and dawn Denote it's time to pack away our winter warming clothes into the back of our closets and cupboard draws That unless we truly feel within and inside our head and heart's A certain individual kind of love and caring does reside that warms us dearly Then matter's not the time or season place or age Tomorrow they will be no more richer or poorer If nothing changes and everything remains