Mutability

Outside there are the golden rays
that light everything as they fall and quiver
coming and going through nights and days
but constantly are again lost forever.

Outside the wind sings in its strings
blowing its tiny offerings
of dust and clean fresh air
while clouds and rain it in motion brings.

Life changes with times of sheer happiness
to when there’s pain and sorrow
and daily the world from sunshine to darkness
while constantly there is a new tomorrow

and at times we have joy, at times we weep
while nights pass suddenly while we are asleep.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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