Same As It Ever Was

Things do not change; we change. - Thoreau

oblivious wind rattles a chime

stepping in at just the right time to rhyme

seed of a miraculous human, enzyme

we're born but once in a lifetime

to live is to die

letting the days go by

forgetting to look up at the sky

not knowing when to ask how and why

putting truth on a hanger and wearing a naked lie

whereas, although and because

sure as bees buzz, peaches have fuzz and morning dew does

same as it ever was

even if you shorten it to 'twas

Author's Note

“All change is a miracle to contemplate; but it is a miracle which it taking place every instant.” - Thoreau