Change is in the wind,
In blooming trees
Loosing colored leaves,
Then growing
Once again.

A life cycle begins,
What was foe becomes
Friend- and yet it
Also works the other way.

What do you do,
When a person that
Once brought a smile
Now brings a frown?
What do you do
When everything
Comes crumbling down?

Change is in the wind
They say,
Humanity being complex
As nature.  Still,
What becomes of the squirrel
When the branches waver?