A Poem for the Nature of Change

The land is wet
My skin is cold
I feel the chill
Deep in my soul
With shifting winds
And faster rain
A swelling tide
Begins to gain
Thunder and lightning
Wake the night
From silent darkness
A chilling sight
Across the skies
Flies debris
The echos of
A swaying tree
The depths of sorrow
Seem too great
Is Desolation
Nature's fate.
But as I fear
All is wrong
I hear a single
Sparrow's song
The hills all glow
As does the dew
The morning breaks
The day is new.
As I recall
The night so strange
I realize that
All things change.