When you’re weary of days

Passing with the same monotone,

Remember the change

That is yet to forecome.

Notice how the trees

Turn golden and crimson

When the weather grows cold?

Notice how flowers bud and blossom,

Wither,

Yet still return?

Notice how the moon

Goes through phases,

Yet it will always continue to shine?

Change will come

Even in the times

That feel the same.