Change is when the family parts
We hate it. We scream and kick and beg for the old times back.
So we must be forever in mourning.
I have watched it happen like a camera left on for days
To watch the flowers bloom
But who missed the seeds?
Only the wind who came too soon.
The time will still pace the face of a clock
If it goes too fast or slow
But change will occur in every circumstance
Like a garden encouraged to grow.
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