Truth beauty and love

Some things never change
           same old stars same old moon
same old roses that bloom
           in the same old summer days
and the swallows come and go
           and the dragonflies too
hovering low over still waters
           and in the air there is the scent
of fresh mown grass and it is
           as though not a day has passed
not a month not a year since
           I was young and romped
on that lawn and climbed
           those trees and my dreams
were in a bag I could swing
           around my head and it’s
the same old world
           and the same old words
and one day I learned about
           the truth and another I learned
about love and yet another
           about beauty and how the soul
must grow to embrace them all
           and live in them until the very end