Joyful Ruins

Change is Beautiful

The trees unchanged

by winter’s work

remain unchanged

when spring arrives

Those trees which

surrender to Fall and cold

that shed their leaves

and go to sleep

the ones which death

comes in and sweeps

away their beauty

for a time

Those trees

renew

when the sun returns

they bloom

they blossom

new life becomes

their story and then

we find them

to refresh our souls

So do not judge

the trees which fall

the trees which change

the ones who experience death

when the cold comes

because they will hold beauty

the ones unchanged

never do