What an irony for humans
to look for change
when it occurs every split second.
It already existed way before
Adam starts to breathe, far longer than
the lifespan a human can count.
We always wait for seasons
for leaves to wilt
and blossom again.
But the truth is earth
is transformed every passing moment
like the ticking of the clock
The wind blows from every direction
taking different atoms and
leaving some at the same
Clouds form out of vapor but
its shape is deconstructed
slowly, slowly, as it moves along the sky
Earth revolves around the sun
in its own orbit as the soil
moves quietly away from each other’s embrace
The tides topple upon one another
named with different names, like meeting
a new face every time and never returning again
Change is slow but certain, often
unseen by the naked eye
Just like your flesh peels and renews
You are not the same person yesterday
So don’t hold on to your regrets
Change has come and you don’t know it yet.