If Not For Change

If not for change
the summer sun might burn holes in the sky
If not for change
the autumn leaves would ne'er delight the eye

If not for change
the infant child would never run nor speak
If not for change
the tyrant might always exploit the meek

What makes us curse the way things are
yet face with fear and dread
the twists and turns and detours
in the road ahead?

With arms braced hard and eyes shut tight
we anticipate the crash
then look around expecting
to see only smoke and ash

Slowly, slow, we grow into
the new way things are arranged
Never could a dream come true
were it not for change.