Pony-up

The buzz of the hive never ceases

Winds of change never stop

Day to day we remain the same

Looking back how things have change

Once the size of a hand, now exploring foreign lands

Life has become a carousel up and down, around, around

A joyful ride is now our lives, 

we can choose to stay the same, and just remain, on the carousel of change, 

but the view will always rearrange.