Monotony Poem by Paige Scott

The reeds in the lake sway to and fro—
And likewise do the leaves.
The same bird chirps and flies away…
Just as they always do.

The voice I heard in the morning
I hear again just now.
That same old voice spoke yesterday…
Just as it always does.

That same old flower bloomed this year—
I think it is a lily.
That same beetle crept past the windowsill…
Just as it usually does.

That same old sun rose this morning—
It rose like that last year.
Clouds drifted through the same blue sky…
Just as they always do.

Yet the reeds in the lake swayed a different way
Than they did yesterday.
The same bird chirped a unique tune…
Almost as they did before.

The voice said something different—
And in a different way.
That voice spoke different yesterday…
Not quite as it has before.

That same old flower bloomed this year—
I think it is a lily—
Yet different is the beauty from last year’s…
No, not as it was before.

And yes, again the sun rose—
But its radiance was renewed!
And the clouds were shaped anew…
Different than before.

So I have found monotony—
And it yielded variety.
I uniqueness in the same…
Different from the same before.