Poem: Change Is Growth

The wind does not ask where to go,
It shifts, it bends, it learns to flow.
The river carves through stone and earth,
Its winding path a tale of birth.

The seed that sleeps beneath the ground
Will crack its shell without a sound.
What once was, still begins to move—
For life, by nature, must improve.

Leaves must fall for spring to start,
Old rhythms leave to free the heart.
And though it stings to shed our skin,
New breath begins where ends have been.

The sky must darken to bring rain,
And we must walk through loss and strain.
But every ache, and every scar,
Becomes the light that shows how far.

So do not fear the days you change,
Though all may seem unsure, estranged.
For even storms that shake the tree
Are steps toward what you’re meant to be.

Change is not the end—it’s seed.
A quiet call. A rising need.
It whispers soft, then boldly shouts:
Grow through the unknown—there’s no way out.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie