The sun beams down,
Onto the dry ground.
But leaves will soon fly,
Through the navy blue sky.
But soon the leaves will turn to snow.
Fall will come and it will go.
And as the snowflakes fall in my face,
The world is turned into a colder place.
And finally the snow will melt,
And the warmth is once again felt.
Rain will fall but thats alright.
Because soon there will be light.
The seasons will change,
Just like humans will rearrange.
Change if you feel it is right.
Because in the end, you too will be bright.
A poem about change