The world is constantly shifting
Never the same twice
Everything is always different
Why does this happen?
Friends who were my first friends
Have now moved away
To a new school with new friends
This alternation lasting forever.
At my grandma's everything is different
Remembering walks through the woods
Playing in corn cribs when we were too young to be afraid
Playing adventure games that we are now too old for.
Everything is always changing
Even rocks change their size and shape
Trees bloom anew each year
As the world varies in form each day.