We Change too Much
By moondaisy •
Fire burs,
Water flows.
Grass gross,
And the wind blows.
Stars twinkle,
The noom shines.
Flowers blossom,
And the sun blinds.
Clouds gather,
Lightening flashes.
Rain falls,
And then Thunder crashes.
Skies darkens,
The road bends.
Natures real,
But Lifes pretend.