Changes by E.L.

​My favorite season is spring because of the delicate changes the Earth was designed to bring. The cold temperatures slowly fade the icy snow melts and the perennials begin to sprout in their splender. There is nothing more beautiful than rain fertilizing the fertile grounds like the males fulfillment to a mothers womb. The Earth is nothing more than an Egg awaiting growth the soil like a shell cracking only to let the leaves feed the yolk. Changes is nothing more than stages of life. When I was a boy I dreamed of my wife, and I always wanted kids. 6 was never enough but I achieved that dream. Now it all has changed just like the sprout I broke the soil grew to my predestined height bloomed my flower then withered away into this winter. Prison life is just like winter but just like the perennial I will wait until I can spring loose and yet again strengthen my roots. What a funny thing change is. Because my dream never changes. but does that make me insane because I dream of the same thing and expect different results? Then be shocked when its all brought to a halt. I rise up I fall I walk and I crawl from kneeling to standing tall to once again laying beneath the soil. Yet love stays the focal point through it all from a poor man to the royal in that never-changing life cycle and its stages that never change.