*seeds Of Change* Poem by Daniel Richards

I find, as we go, we’re becoming more lost,
As the days go by
In our time, we know that time will change
But things don’t seem ok,

Pushing and pulling as we go, but we don’t know
By this action our time is at change
We don’t see, as this time leaves, we are on our own
Darkness cast by our mountain range

She comes from ancient days, but now
Scarred with a burn mark,
Now time is in full decline, all we see
Is a change to our game

And its cold, and its cold, and its cold
When you are near,
Its time for us to go, some are held by fear
Whilst others embrace the change

Death brings destruction,
But seeds the new coming age
Our cycle has come full turn, and will turn again
But for now we disappear until a return brings less pain