Changes
Changes in my world do not dissuade
Me from being other than who I am.
Changes in my world of dreams will invade
Ne’er to veer me from my path at hand.
Casting fears into the rippling stream made
Of doubts sink like quickening sand.
Changes of winds and time all Nature made
Form the pieces of me for a Higher plan.
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