Change is coming, a whisper in the wind,
Coaxing gently as it gradually unwinds.
The tides are shifting, no room for explaining
The season of life that is forever changing.
In every sunrise, there is a brand new start
With every beat, a transformation of the heart.
The currents of time sweeps us along,
As melodies of alteration creates a song.
With each passing day, the old dissolves away,
A symphony of transformation begins to play.
The caterpillar emerges, a vibrant butterfly,
Change spreads its wings, reaching for the sky.
Change is an artist, a master of disguise,
Painting new pictures, opening new skies,
Each waking challenge breeds tests anew,
Pushing, prodding looking for what is true.
Change is a friend but also a foe,
A guide to fear and possibly hope.
Could be a catalyst to nurture and growth
That leads one on a journey so people do not lose hope.
So, let us welcome change and let it impart,
Knowledge and understanding that will never part
And in its presence, we discover our might,
Endurance and power, that brings forth new light.
MARYANN BOSAH 