Clouds poetry

Not the same

Maybe some things don't ever change
And maybe somethings do
Like a painting smile she had it now looked new
Fake and plastic
The brown curly haired boy who never tied his
Shoe
Look around you and tell do you see anything
New is the trees still small as last time.
"No I think they grew"
"Of course they did! because we grew too".
Nothing is as the same, the roads now looked smaller
The house line up together paint all in the same
Brown brick Morden colors the park looks like the
Woods no swings or slides just grass and tall green
Leafy tress no laughing of kids no riding of bikes
Just luxury cars and statue guards.
-ashes poetry