Change

Twenty three years ago today

A little baby girl became part of our family

And now she's all grown up

Married

And living in another city

Lord, the changes just never end

From birth to death

It sometimes seems the only constant

Is change

As I walk up my country hill

It is the changes of the seasons

That I notice the most

And yesterday's walk in the woods

Revealed jack in the pulpits and trilliums

That soon will be finished for the season

And faded into the background