CHANGES.

At the darkest hour of the night comes the morning star,

Casting away the night like waves tossing mud away

Things change.

From a microscopic essence subsumed in a cloudy fluid that can dance with room to spare on the head of a pin to a fully grown body.

Things change, 

things will never be the same.

 

The dry earth is raised back to life by the gentle rain from up above. 

The spine of the earth lifts up the buried seeds from within its soils and majestic trees shoot up their magnificent splendor that cleanse our air with incredible amounts of oxygen. 

 

Not long ago, 

the green carpet of the earth was merely dry stubble, 

but behold!

Cycles changed and were accompanied with resurrecting ingredients. 

Things change.

A king’s cup bearer becomes his successor.

A king’s stature is brought down to the dust and puts him on his four. 

The smooth black hair on our scalps is transformed to a cloudy color

and a poor beggar lying in the dust is furnished with fine silk imbued with gold. 

 

 

What once was leaves a mere semblance and things continuously change. 

Things change

It seems to me that change is a constant in the unfathomable equation of life.