The One Special Thing

there is one special thing in this world,

but it is never the same.

it changes.

before, it was the leaves 

spiraling down to the ground

wind making it arch in places

bending it to its will

before, it was the water

smooth, clear, not one ripple

before, it was you

light, beautiful, silken

running across fields

as alight as the rays of the sun itself

today, it is still you,

but it is never the same.

Reviews

[creative Marie]

elegantly written I love your description of the leaves. Also I agree that nothing is ever the same for time is the master of change.