Change Poem by K J

Like the wings of a butterfly,
beauty exists so pure.
Yet, like the wings of a butterfly,
it is carried away by the storm.

Please show me some consistency,
all the rises must soon fall.
Please show me some consistency,
all that lives will not live for long.

Where is there a light
that never fails to die?
Where is there a tide
that does not receed at times?

There is no such thing
as things being the same.
What happened in the past
will all soon give way.

All the happy times we had,
have vanished from reality.
All the loving words we shared,
were spoken all in vain.