Change

Butterflies. Could they exist without it?

What about flowers? What about days and nights? What about sunsets? Sunrises? Rainbows? Stories? Songs? You?

What about you?

Could you exist without it?

It's been happening since the day you were conceived in your mother's womb. In fact, it was happening before you were even the smallest type of reality. Before you were even a possibility. What could it be?

It's the reason for everything. For the past, the present, and the future.

You don't exist without it. You depend on it.

The world as you know it depends on it. Everyone and everything depend on it.

Progress, travel, thought, love, birth, death, sickness, and health all depend on it.

Nothing is, was, or will be without it.

It's the meaning of life, the reason the world continues, the way society is.

It's your reason.

Your reason is to see it, live through it, create it, and pursue it.

It's called change.

It is the creator of everyone and everything.

It is the reason you are here.

It is awesome.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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