Falling beams of sun’s pure light,
portrayed the morning’s breath
of flowers and scented dew,
a haven and dreamlike world
to ponder thus with you.
In nature’s quietness I sit
upon a grassy cliff up high,
a tree it tapped me on the head
as breezes they set sail
and spoke of change’s rule.
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 
what is change’s rule?
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That things in life change. Especially when it comes to nature. Nature is always changing, even if though at times it’s very subtle.
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very true!
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Nice
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