Life is a periodic

natural and spontaneous change-
as phases of time alter
when we usually love
predictability and hate change.
Some things grow slow
akin to the pine tree, it takes time
to turn red and rot,
other thing changes
fast like water- in the cold,
it freezes, in the heat, it turns
into steam but what or who
we are is unalterable, real change
must be brought in our habit
of thinking which has created
this world, for a better version
of ourselves by bringing
a change in our
way of doing, on which alone
we have control. Whatever cocoons
itself in sameness has frozen
itself and become rigid, easily
shattered.





Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2025-04-09 at 15:16

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
So true.
Blessings, Allen
2025-04-10