As time moves forward, nature changes in its due season

Leaves have fallen, apples are ripe

A blessed caterpillar turns into a beautiful butterfly

And so marks the order of life

Hope lives in the smallest mark, and the tiniest notion causes love to spark

Swelling our chests with pride

Because the simplest touch can mean so much

Between perfect lovers like nature and time

We’ll never get the lost seconds or minutes or hours

And there is no promise of a future

But with nature’s wish and times call

We can work at our change until we mature

And fly, at full potential, like the free and delightful butterfly

Photo provided by: unsplash-logoRyan Carpenter

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