Change...

Change....
is the halting illusion of the reckless wind
such a lantern of heart intuition
drowning within the season
even though life has flourished...
even though love are settled...
but feeling can not be put into words
just as the little drizzle,
anxious to comfort the evening sun...
longing, even waiting in pain..
but look up and see..
the birds do believe they can fly
incomprehensive summer and autumn,still..
braving wonderful moment by and by..