Changeless
The sea is calm.
Winds blew a soft,
Breeze.
Earth moves slow,
As a land turtle.
Leaves change and,
Fall.
The pace is a pain,
Yes.
But it’s worth it.
Nothing could ever,
Be this grand.
It’s a well known,
Fact.
What can change,
That.
It would like winter,
With a hot sunny,
Day and summer,
Getting warm not,
Pass twenty-five.
That would be cold.
The earth must spin.
Sea’s waves should,
Never stop crashing.
Breezes of winds,
Should always be,
Gentle.
A fact is a fact.
What would be the,
Point of changing,
That?
Day without light.
Night without stars.
The world would be,
As it was for that fact.
A fact will always,
Remain that.
Let ice be cold.
Sun warm.
Grass green.
Blood red.
Nothing should change,
People would be in,
Tears and fall,
Apart.
It’s a change no,
One should make.
Not that would matter,
To those of the,
Cold blooded type.
They would see,
It.
Not like the way,
We do.
