All That Is Replenishes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Nothing remains the same without changing.
Even that which rises to the top,
Loses its grip to begin descending...
Until the bottom it drops.

Like a youthful age that spends time to bloom,
Some attempt to trap to maintain its glow.
With a hope time forgets a process nature knows.
Yet like a flame burning wax that melts a candle bright,
At night.
Until all the wax melts to extinguish the flame from sight.

Nothing remains the same without changing.
Even that which rises to the top,
Loses its grip to begin descending...
Until the bottom it drops.
To stop!

All that is,
Replenishes.
Earth.
To feed that which is yet to be!
Rejuvenating fresh experiences evolving.
And aided by the replacement of that which was.

Nothing remains the same without changing.
All that is,
Replenishes.

Nothing remains the same without changing.
All that is,
Replenishes.
Earth.
To feed that which is yet to be!
Rejuvenating fresh experiences evolving.
And aided by the replacement of that which was.
That which was that has moved on.