That it never stays the same.
A blowing wind,
Changes the scene
The rays of the sun,
Give new definition to what's underneath.
And each changing season
Leaves a new interpertation to be (mis)understood.
The turning world
In the slowest of motions
Opens our eyes to new notions
About what seems natural
And that nothing is as it seems
The world changes instantly, rapidly and repeatedly.
Don't blink.
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