Constant change

It only hurts if you pay attention.

  Well,

    I might be using a hint of deception.

With growth there is always a touch of decay.

Part of us is always going to die.

Nothing to be done about it.

Scars are left,

 giving a glimpse of the past.

Meanwhile,

  we grow.

New branches reaching for the sky.

  Sprouting from an older soul.

Hopefully,

 one whose roots are not starting to rot.

Reviews

[Photochick]

I can relate. Great way of looking at silver linings and universal truth.

[Jon Roggie]

A bit of the druid was speaking.