Change

Change is one of those funny things,
that either comes slowly and unnoticed,
or suddenly,
like a slap to the face.

It is both sought after,
and detested;
accepted,
and rejected.

Change is inevitable,
time will work its steady hand;
the mighty mountains to dust in the wind,
the vibrant rainforests to deserted wastelands.

It may turn ones life upside down,
or right side up again;
it may leave some wondering,
what really just happened.

Change can hurt,
at times become unbearable;
all the while forging a path
to fields with the greener grass.

It starts small and grows large,
though this change one may not see;
a small pine cone that grows,
into the massive Sequa tree.

Change is awkward,
when it comes;
like a poet who doesn't know,
how to effectively end his poem.