Change

My castle stood of white transparent glass
the walls unbreachable so high..
My trees were full of songs and flowers and fruit,
until the evil plague

the green turned yellow
and it in turn ash,
the song went mute, to when..
silence prevailed..


time takes many roles..
the creator, the destroyer
the deceiver, the peace maker
from an infant, to the child and the man, to the dead..
the choices made, makes the script for today


for what we live is what we make..
like a blocked sink needing an action to drain.
a beginning has an end and an end leads to another..
beginning..
the sun has to go down and the seasons have to change
for all that remains.. it still has to change..