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.