A change in the air, a hint of unease
A cold wind blows, tearing at leaves
The sun is gone, clouds hiding its face
My lungs seize, my heart starts to race
Paths become rivers, rivers they rise
Water descends, it falls from the skies
Blue becomes gray, gray becomes white
The ocean churns, darkness coming from light
Sea waves crash, tree trunks groan
Branches rattle, the wind starts to moan
But do not despair, all is not lost
As with all things, there is both benefit and cost