I see you sitting at the far end of the table,
Your reflection in the mirror seems troubled.
“Worried about the future,” you once said.
“Worried about change.”
Don’t you see it?
Even as I write this, tiny waves of change are taking over our lives.
The green bud has bloomed, the bloomed flower is slowly withering.
Why do you worry about the huge wave of change that is fast approaching?
Remember, even big waves eventually break on the shore.