When everything changes,
The importance of something shifts,
And fall apart.
People say change is a good thing,
Are they right?
When they change,
They become someone else,
Someone you don't know.
Are they your friend?
Or a foe.
From Winter to Spring,
They grow to something beautiful.
Everything starts to bloom in the bright sun.
Coming out from hiding from the cold.
Spring to Summer,
You become friends.
The heat getting you captivated.
You wouldn't think you would get melted.
Summer to Fall,
They slowly change.
True colors are coming through.
What once bloomed, is now starting to wilt.
Fall to Winter,
The friendship dies, and you fall apart.
Now it's too cold for outside.
Freezing everyone who steps out.
Who are you?
Weren't you my friend?
We use to play,
But now you want me to decay.
Is change a good thing?
People say it is,
But is it really?
YOU ARE READING
Writing Roses
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