change

A split in the road A winner A loser is not born It is a choice Change starts like a leaf From budding Once a flower Into touching the rain and wind sun and world until It falls Turning into orange Red Purple Brown Almost like a plethora of changes Keeps the world going round Like within I can do the same Each inhale leaves the pain from my menstrual Renewing through rebirth From the flow of my rivers Connection to the Moon I Let go...