Arthur Ng (11) | STAFF REPORTER
There it is the change in the air,
Slowly shifting from cool to cold,
Grass withering, leaves falling,
As rain slowly shifts to snow.
How strange it is,
That once again it befalls upon us,
This change, this loop
This endless cycle that comes and goes.
Each year the same,
And yet it’s also different,
Each special, and personal,
Changing, shifting performing miracles of life.
How strange it is,
The changes that come and go
Like clockwork, never failing,
This endless rhythm again and again.
On some days crystals coat the trees,
On others gentle rain will fall,
Sometimes white shall cover the windows,
Still others disoriented as melted glass.
How strange it is,
For it to cycle again,
Without a thought, we dismiss it,
A faithful repetition starting anew.
Now the skies are grey and dark,
Hiding the sun and its glow,
As the rain now becomes snow,
Let the change come once again.
