Change is inevitable but growth is not. Stunted physical growth can shake you and break you,
But stunted emotional growth can get you rot.

The benumbed world is obtuse,
it knows well, the fouls play to sway and leave the epiphytes astray.
So beware!
Know your worth.
Let not your core be contaminated by the sphere's dirt.

Rise up high,
And dodge the hard knocks.
The bested world shall onlook the vanquish of its filthy plan,
Once you mirror in gay,
shining brighter than a vibrant phlox.

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A short poem on "Change" and how it is necessary for anyone to survive in this rapidly growing world.