Change

nakedforest

She can feel it.

Changing colors are in the air,

whispering across the soft breezes,

kissed by the cool, salty, ocean air.

For so long she has waited,

struggled,

dreamed,

hoped.

Change.

It murmurs in her ear,

as silently the dark night drops,

and she surrenders to the sandman’s dust.

For so long she has waited,

floundered,

stumbled.

fallen.

Change.

It is beckoning with an invisible finger,

daring her to trust,

keep faith,

and follow.

Change.

Will she, can she, dare she?

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