We tend to reduce things:
Books to pages,
Sentences to words,
Eaons to ages.

We tend to change things
Just by observing them:
Inocense to guilt,
A song, an anthem...

We tend to simplify;
Mathematics taught us so:
Words to numbers,
Things of nature we don't know...

But You created One and Only Earth:
She burned and boiled then drowned then froze,
but Earth: she remained the same.
Are your inventions pun and prose?

For I am one but not the same
As I was in days before.
Although I may have kept my name;
The one I was, I am no more.

Nkululeko Mdudu

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-on-sorrows-page/