Change

My life is changing 

like the four seasons, 

though without any reason — 

I find myself scared of it. 

Change, it’s a horrifying but beautiful thing. 

Like in the early mornings of spring, 

the birds begin to sing, 

but soon enough they leave, 

taking their song with the warm breeze. 

I wish for things to stay the same, 

but I know everything is always evolving, 

like the stars above.

Writer1326

VT

17 years old

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