The Winds of Change

Seasons come,
     Seasons leave,
Rides the cresting winds of change,
Carries proud her sweet bouquet,
Feasts on a chameleon moon.
 
She speaks with fervor,
     Flaunting favor,
 Dives and drives the heart to fever
Til the rushed and flushed
Believe her maddening crush of platitudes.
Banking off her promised boon,
The soft caress of her sweet tune,
The mesmerizing mantra swoons
A ripening of attitudes.
 
But time keeps marching,
     Never still.
Seasons shift and rearrange,
And Mother Earth, her architect,
Breathes life into the winds of change.
 
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