|"Throwing Leaves" via tempuros|
Winds of Change
By: Eve Estelle
That's how it goes, now please don't cry;
An era comes, and era goes,
It'll always be no matter how hard we try;
Days go by, we drift along
The winds of change, their current strong.
The seasons bloom, the seasons fade,
But remembered are the memories made;
Times will pass, we must move on,
To greener pastures and a bright new dawn.