Things must change to loose their place

Things must change to loose their place
Nature, time, space.....

A swaying tree paints the sky blue
The vibrant sun shining effortlessly through
But as it dyes down the sky changes its tone
The once endless blue a fusion of lilac and crone
Eventually without any fail the sun is forced to retreat
Its change in colour leading to its defeat

A leaf clings to a tree
Watching rich with green, enviously
As the flowers may bloom and do as they wish
The leaf must stay on its branch ,and alone, flourish
It only has to change colour to fall to the ground
Without a sound
Yet while it lays their it finally sees
That its change and fall leads to its decease
And only the flower not wanting to change
Can have its glory of freedom and remain.

The waves ricochet on a white sand beach,
curderling, thundering, froth pillows of salt sea trying to reach,
if only they could reach the shore, reach for more.
As they desperatly fling at hope, they cannot cope.
Sodden with misfortune
the water carrys its wreck back in a hurtful state
yet slowly asthough leaving supreme fate.
To try to reach something admired
is as hate, it should not be required.

For nature trys and trys to hard.
Time forces pressure, gracefullness is charred.
The space this pair are, is unknown and barred.
But for hope?
This echos in the distant valley, whispers through the falling leaves and gathers in the froth sleeves,
and as it does so Nature time and space,
forget their shrewd and enviouse face.
Listening to hopes call
they rise to never fall...