THE WINDS OF CHANGE

                                           THE WINDS OF CHANGE 

   I Rose from the covers of the earth

    That nurtured  me till my birth                                      

    Gaily and slowly clearing my eyes

    Above I see the bright blue skies                                     

     I sway with ease with my leaves                                    

   merrily to the tunes that breeze weaves                                     

   With all the love n warmth from the Sun                                   

    I dream to grow into strong and one                                    

     But when all the glee turned gloom                                 

  Dwelling every fear and doom                                      

  With  the dazzling skies turning dark                                   

    As the sun vanished without a mark                                   

     When the gales began to roar                                   

    and puffy clouds began to pour                                     

   I stood firm with the eyes closed tight                                  

   marking a course of  a virtual fight                                   

  Others all tall and with all might                                       

   yet  did  soon  fell out of sight                                       

   When it all ended with the storm                                     

   I peeped out like a weary worm                                    

     To look at the serene skies above                                  

  Adorned subtly in enchanting bow                                      

  I saw with awe every friend calm n tall                                  

  who went trough every storm and fall                                      

  But for one thing it is really strange

  Ever the same are the winds of change....

                                    

In a world that is sprinting ahead on par with time we seldom have the chance to analyse the series of events we are subjected to.Eventually we embark on a journey which seems very familiar yet very strange...Before it really happened, we don't observe the change when it has happened it doesn't matter.Still the only thing that's permanent is the change