Season Of Change Poem by Draven Museus

Another stormy night
Becomes a cloud filled day.
My thoughts ripple like a puddle,
While I keep on my way.
The birds chirp in the trees
Calling forth this season of spring,
But despite all that goes on around me
I worry about what the future may bring.
Whether the changes are good,
Or perhaps they turn out bad;
We all suffer these hardships of life,
And at times, everybody is sad.
So take that knife from your arm,
And get off of that train.
If we can all find something good in life,
Then I see no reason to complain.