Change

When I slow down,
the world goes by,
so fast that it's nothing,
but a colorful blur.

I stand still,
and try to make sense,
of all that's happening,
without and within.

All things that I hold dear,
vanish one by one.
Everyone who is near,
is changing with the tide.

And it is then when I feel it,
As slow and quiet,
as the blooming of a rose bud,
the small but sure changes within me.

It is a comfort,
to say the least.
While the world's not constant,
I, too, am changing with it.