There is always apprehension and a little bit of tension

What lies in store on a shore is at the moment unsure

There is a shift and a move and all relations anew

There is leaving behind familiar grounds and those used to sounds

As we move in life towards new beginnings there never will be old endings

As the old will still remain entrenched as sweet memories indelible

And as we grow akin to the new , the old will be the roots that we grow on and build