Nothing is permanent

Nothing is permanent, seasons swiftly change,

Autumn's hues to winter's white exchange.

In the dance of time, a constant rearrange,

Nature's rhythm, a universal range.

The sun ascends, then bids goodbye,

Day turns to night, beneath the starry sky.

Like fleeting dreams that pass us by,

Nothing lasts, but the reasons why.

Friends may come and friends may go,

Like a river's current, in a ceaseless flow.

In the heart's archive, memories sow,

Yet, the only constant is letting go.

Mountains stand tall, yet erode with grace,

Winds whisper secrets, leaving no trace.

Nothing endures in its pristine space,

Life's impermanence, a timeless embrace.

Love may bloom, then wilt away,

A transient echo in the grand display.

Yet, in the heart, its essence may stay,

A residue of joy in life's fleeting ballet.

Dreams take flight, then gently land,

In the palm of time, like shifting sand.

Hold them close, though slipping through your hand,

For in their impermanence, new dreams expand.

Buildings rise, then crumble to dust,

Cities evolve, in constant thrust.

The cycle of change, in mankind's trust,

Nothing is permanent, in growth we must.

Youthful vigor, a temporary flame,

Aging whispers, but life's not a game.

In every stage, find a purpose to claim,

Nothing is permanent, but growth's sweet name.

Echoes of laughter, the sound may fade,

But the joy it brought, in memories laid.

In the transient melody, find serenade,

Nothing is permanent, yet love won't evade.

Like pages turning, in a story untold,

Life's chapters unfold, new tales to behold.

In the fleeting present, let stories unfold,

Nothing is permanent, but the stories we're told.

Waves crash on shores, then retreat,

Leaving imprints in the sandy seat.

Life's rhythm, a dance so sweet,

Nothing is permanent, in destiny's feat.

Storms may rage, then skies clear,

Adversity's lessons, drawing near.

In the cycle of change, we persevere,

Nothing is permanent, but courage sincere.

Whispers of wind, through trees they weave,

Nature's lullaby, in moments to believe.

In the quietude, find solace to retrieve,

Nothing is permanent, yet peace we achieve.

Stars shimmer in the vast night's dome,

Their brilliance guiding, as we roam.

Yet, in their twinkle, a truth to comb,

Nothing is permanent, but the celestial home.

Seasons of love, like petals unfold,

In the garden of the heart, stories told.

Yet, love endures, a treasure to hold,

Nothing is permanent, but love's stronghold.

Life's canvas painted in hues so bright,

Yet, the strokes of time blend day with night.

In the impermanence, find a guiding light,

Nothing is permanent, but the journey's flight.