Change

When I was young,
 I always look forward to spring time,
 I love the blossoming of spring buds
the colorful butterflies that busy
sipping the sweet nectar
and the bees busy buzzing around.
I was mesmerized with the
neon colors of flowering trees
as wind gently fan their petals
seemed like they are dancing.

Yet, now as I grow up,
though I still love the smell of spring time
the ephemeral phenomena of fall,
the lonely detachment of colorful leaves
as they tried their best to hold on,
grasping hardly to the nodes
capture not only my eyes but my fragile heart,
for it is the will of leaves to depart
and return to where they came from.

Roni 10/11/12, 6:15pm