Changing Poem by Wicha Surin

The sun rises and falls,
the noon comes and goes,
the globe turns around,
and things change at all time.

Flowers vastly bloom,
and play with the wind tune,
so soon arrive the white maiden,
those floras bow to her knees.

A great warrior seems invincible,
roam free from place to place,
but when the plague arrive,
how dear his life begone.

One man and young lady,
swear for their eternal love,
and then the stream of time pass,
why their words don't seem to last?

Darkness is people terror,
yet how weird the world seems to be,
the sun's gone and night unveil,
why people embrace so well.

Changing is the world's fact,
don't you act like you can control it,
embrace and understand can be,
your chance to live with it.