A Poem by e.h

Everything in flux and flow;
The summer sun, the winter snow.
Unfurl and bloom then wither, die.
A cloudless day, a stormy sky.

The new grows old, gives way to new,
And inside me these seasons too.
My branches bow to nature's will,
The next one: still.

So I trust my storms will pass,
In their wake some greener grass.
I'll rise and fall then rearrange,
I'm nothing if not constant change.

- e.h( thepoeticunderground insta page)