Every thing is the same Every thing is different

I was walking along the stone path

I turned and walked to the garden to see leaves

In their decay their true colours reveal

Autumn change to give me another chance

Wedding memories mostly faded and dusty

Not forgotten only put away to recall

The wood bugs and lady bugs greet me

It’s all the same I said to myself

In this moment I was happy

Masked faces with black sunglasses roam around

Do the germs follow us wherever we go

Only terrorists wears masks

Now everyone wears masks

I let the wood bugs roll up under their stones

Their lady bug friends play shy and hide away

Everything is the same

Everything is different

Mainly because the eternal resides in the nuances of tiny creatures

It has always been this way

It will always remain