Change

By Anonymous

Change starts but never ends,
Drops ripple and never settles,
Fires were spread
By those who read ,
And fires never die.
They light up the night
As stars in the fight.

Against the vast,
The pristine void,
Of cold flakes
With the old,
A little yellow in the snow,
Will make the winds blow,
Blow sparks anew.

For fire never dies,
Its spirit leaves,
For the next to believe,
To set the streets alight.
For the land to blaze
And in the world gaze.

The golden hue rise anew,
As the world warms,
To the spark of a word,
And the flash of the yellow light
In the winter night .