change-

-written when I was 11yrs old- and found in that box in the garage

As the days of the year

give way to one another,

today to tomorrow

as sister to brother,

Summer to Autumn

and Winter to Spring,

so the birds of the nest

now take to the wing.

The year she grows old

and sheds light on the new.

We grow and e change,

as the seasons do.

A flower will open,

hold it's glory then die.

Enjoying life

as it passes by.

Accept change as it comes,

let go of the past.

Savour life's little moments,

they go so fast.

Change comes in new

and goes out old.

So the once timid child

may grow to be bold