Change

Foolish and naïve
We are sometimes led to believe
That all change is good
But even as children play
As the summer sun shines
There are forces beyond us
That even bright dispositions can not overturn
First the clouds--dark and thick
Then the sharp breeze--cutting through defences
Without warning they fall from the sky
All the world's burden
Heavier and heavier by the minute
Soaked in disbelief