I reflected the Autumn,
Mirrored the Summer.
I witnessed winter,
and saw the Spring.
Mirrored the Summer.
I witnessed winter,
and saw the Spring.
I felt the dryness in the leaves,
and the wet of the rain.
I wandered the Earths winds
an infant Zephyr,
neither going nor coming,
never resting because I never
worked.
Not seeking, not finding, until
I realized my home was Change,
and it was the only home I would ever
know.