Oh winds of change, where do thy blow,
To the notes of which myriad tune do you flow?
I travel through the endless space,
I pervade all, and with time I race.
Through the beaten tracks, on the sands of life,
Up the peaks of success, down the cracks of strife.
I run the wheels of destiny, moving in its own rate,
On the intended path, through the twists and turns of fate
Oh winds of change, why do thy blow
And transform life, as you flow?
For light of day, has to dim,
To allow the shadows of dark to grow.
For the relentless heat, of the summer noon,
Should become cool and fragrant under the moon.
And the chill and cold of the winter freeze,
Should melt into the gentleness of the spring time breeze.
The dark and light, the day and night,
The heat and the cold, the young and the old,
The different phases of life, I passeth all,
And the change is what, but the essence of it all.
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