Word from the Changemaker
We watch as the leaves blow in the breeze
And the skies suddenly grow dark.
Somewhere else there is a freeze
And the weather continues to make its mark.
They say nothing gold can stay,
Which, I suppose is true.
But these patterns will make us pay
For all the damage we continue to do.
Despite the ever-approaching doom,
Us together can still repair our land.
With small steps and pushes well get past the gloom
And through the troubles we can withstand.