Change


I see it touch the bare tree,
And bring it back to life.
Bring back
Colors and feelings,
Warmth and glow.
Red,
Green,
Yellow.

I see it curse the tree.
Withering its leaves and
Bending its bark.
Drying up its fruit
Until nothing is
Left.

I see it in us,
Different clothes,
Different attitude,
Different life.
It's an angel
Or a devil in disguise.
For better or worse.
Change is upon us.
And it cannot be
Stopped.

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