The storm clouds roll,
Noisily across the dark skies.
The sun is shadowed,
By the inky dark skies.
There are always changes,
Some small and some large.
There are always changes in nature,
As rain changes to wind, snow, and sun.
It is the never-ending dance of creation,
Till the forces of nature are fought and won.
The tiny rivulet joins to a flowing stream,
No one notices these imperceptible,
Minor changes that happen in time,
As stones weather and trees grow in every clime.
The willingness to adapt,
The willingness to do new things,
The willingness to accept,
All that life offers and all it brings.
That is the power for man and woman.
It is the might of the majestic mountain range,
To adapt, to grow, to rise and flow,
That is the secret and the nature of change.
There are always changes,
Some small and some large.
There are always changes in nature,
As rain changes to wind, snow, and sun.
It is the never-ending dance of creation,
Till the forces of nature are fought and won.