There is, ever so often, a great change.
Sometimes that change is good.
Others, not so.
But all we have to hold it true,
Is a simple leaf falling hither to.
When autumn comes the leaves fall,
But when winter hits, death marches along.
So when the sun shall set on the horizon,
What change will come of us again?
Change so great, like autumn leaves,
Leave no guest behind,
Nor bird in retreat.
One day, the sun shall die, and light shall fade,
But in no time soon shall change end to.