Change, is to come

From the fountains, new water is sprung

In strange melodies, new figures emerge

And

Man has quest for change, Novelty

Is it a slogan; air never touch the same bough

Nor is water struck in river the same,

Divulge thou

They reason, shallow reasons, torn and rough surge

When noise of silence turn sleety

And morning of reason blur in the mourning of dew

When daffodils outspread fragrance and beauty

In the silent nights of autumn

Snow scuff

The land remains the same

Yet

All melodies, droplets, seasons, reasons, men

originate all from point the same

Essence is the same

Land is the same

And

So is LOVE