Sun to night

Sun to night
Excitement to fright
Happy to sad
Calm to mad
Lovers to friends
Beginning to end
Things never stay the same
Shifting time frames
Once was the truth, now is a lie
Like how a blooming flower has to die
Maybe change is needed
Each moment succeeded
Maybe we don't associate change with good
Because we're always saying we would go back to 'how it was'
I see change as learning a lesson
As it isn't a curse but is a blessing
It makes us thankful for what we've got
And makes us prepared for the who's, the where's and the what's