World

World changes.

all you have to do is look.
can you find the miniscule difference,
even from the day before?

all you have to do is listen.
is the sound in the forest softer,
ringing from one less trunk?

all you have to do is smell.
did the crisp autum breeze transform,
leeching the refreshing scent of fallen leaves?

all you have to do is taste.
does your favorite food have an aftertaste,
a change of flavors maybe?

all you have to do is feel.
can you feel the world changing,
altering ever so slightly,
every single day?

The End

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