Changing Seasons
Inevitability.
Somewhere over the rainbow
In another place and time
It seems like another lifetime
Without words and done in mime.
Is it a dream that I’ve been in?
Or part of the changing seasons
Does the metamorphic state
Need answers and good reasons.
Change is always inevitable
There’s no sitting on the shelf
Eventually, if it’s time to move
And rediscover for myself.
Are steps taken predetermined
Or are the branches on the track
Leading to my destiny
And can I ever come back?
I often ask the questions
What if this or that
And in the end, I yearn for home
Will I see the welcome mat?
I still think that in some other place
Where I did not dare to go
May well have changed my serendipity
If I’d followed in the flow.
Now those times remain an enigma
And are only speculations
And like the music in the trees
Are faint far-off vibrations.
Time disappears so rapidly
In a wink the seasons' change
And in another place and time
There’s no chance for an exchange.
On this grey morning, the clouds are storming
In the east a small feast of light
Unwraps the darkness
Of a cool and moonless night.
©
David Rudder
2020
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