Hues of Magic

Change is inevitable

She woke up to the dream,
a dream so high
the day is so bright
filling her up with joy
as she aimed to fly so high
and to touch the sky
jumping in puddles
grinning so wide
as she hears the bird
humming so loud
lost in fancies
soaring sun
brightening her dreams
as she walks up to the dawn
so very near
to touch the dream,
the dream is so palpable
vesper dawned on her
the sun faded away,
hiding behind the clouds
shining stars
twinkling the sky
moon so bright
scattering warmth,
unaware of the storm
brewing up in the world
a world full of dreams
and now, just a mere dream,
agonizing screams,
little heart full of tears
broke her hope,
her dimming soul
thought so true,
"change is inevitable"
lively dreams to deathly soul,
change was inevitable.
only if she was aware,
deathly soul to lively dreams,
change is so inevitable.

-Bhavana:-)